Last night was the time to put up a few advent lights. While searching in the basement for the right boxes I found a basket filled with a few items waiting to be mended. A pink summer top, a pair of red heart mittens, a favorite beanie with braids hanging down over the ears, a teddy bear which Marta helped make in Copenhagen Tivoli last summer, a black bow hairpin.
As advent is a time for reflection I decided it was a good time to sit down with my mending. Each item I worked on brought back memories of its usage.
Advent might also be our time to mend a few things in our lives. A broken friendship, a task you have finished where the seams have become loose, a promise you have forgot about.
Marta can cuddle her favorite teddy bear again, and I wear my black hairpin today. I keep on my reflection on mending. The time is here for me to use.
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My reading today is as always on the fiorst Sunday of advent, the first chapter of Charles Dicken's Christmas Carol.
