15 October 2008
gosh, darn it
The slaughter of many moths with rapid eye-to-hand attacks as they flew past, the powerful scent of of cedarwood oil in my wardrobes, the diligent attention to storing my woollen garments in sealed boxes under the bed, the banishment of the panda to the gulag of the freezer in the cellar, all of this I thought would offer some protection from the insidious destruction of the clothes moth.
How wrong I was. I retrieved a felted cardigan - a favourite because I feel like I'm wearing sheep's clothing - from under the bed and found it had been munched in the front. Holy moly, I was not happy. The repair was rapid with the only matching cotton in my mending basket.
I'm sorry now that I missed the darning days at Prick Your Finger last week because there is definitely room for improvement. The work of the darning artist, described by Felix here, looks much more beautiful.
The destruction here has been extensive. I put on a dusky pink number at the weekend and it was only when I was 60 miles from home that John pointed out to me the holes in one sleeve - FOUR HOLES! I have found holes in three other cardigans too. Those demons have wreaked havoc with no regard for propriety whatever. This sailor doll's hat and collar were made of wool and are no more. It's very sad.
So what with the rats, the fruit flies and the moths, I can't help wondering what plague I'm in for next. Nothing a shotgun could not cope with, I imagine. God help us.