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Tear Repair

Last month I got an order of mendables from Fabscrap. which included this seemingly flawless sample shirt.

Ah, I spoke too soon. There's a four-inch cut on the back of the shirt near the hem. That's why they're called mendables.

Here's the sample label. Sample garments are often one of a kind, which makes them valuable. This repair also looked pretty easy.

While it's a man's shirt, it fits me and it quite comfortable. I like Calvin Klein garments, too, as they're generally very well made. Let's repair the tear so I can wear it.

The shirt is made from jacquard, which is a machine woven fabric that can be tricky to mend. I considered covering the tear with a Calvin Klein patch I got in a previous Fabscrap order, but the tear is so small that seemed like a waste of fabric.

It would also be very noticeable. Simply mending the tear would be, too, but not as much. So instead I sewed the tear back together and added a couple of layers of reinforcing stitches on both sides. Then I threw it in the wash to see how my repair would hold up.

Held up perfectly, and now I have a classy new designer shirt to wear for winter.

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