I found this
old vintage mohair wool coat at a thrift store a couple of months ago and was quite excited at my luck. There's not a lot of vintage anything in Hawaii and certainly not vintage wool items either. I bought it with the intention of cutting it up for softie making. I forgot to take a close up pic, but it's really soft and furry and isn't it a perfect bear brown?
Anyway, it's been hanging in Buddy's room ever since as he likes to put it on and pretend he's a bear. But here's my dilemma - I can't bring myself to cut it up. It's in mint condition, no moth holes, or tears, or stains and it's a very well made coat. Sigh. I have a severe case of vintagecutaphobia.
It's not just with this coat either. I have a large box of kimono and obi that once belonged to Mr. T's grandmother. Most of it is full of holes and there are a lot of moisture stains in the silk. I keep saying I'm going to cut the good parts out and make something with it, but I just can't. It seriously feels like I would be committing a sin.
I don't have a problem when other people remake vintage things, but for some reason I can't bring myself to doing it. This extends to ephemera too. Old damaged books with lovely illustrations that could be repurposed, sit on my shelves, waiting, I'm not sure for what. But yet I keep bringing this stuff into the house. Like the box of vintage children's records I found that were about to be dumped. Um, I don't even own a record player, but the jackets had these amazing illustrations on them.
Am I alone in feeling this way? Should I just close my eyes, cover my ears, sing lalalalala, and have Mr. T make the first cut for me? Is there a rule you go by for when it's okay to cut/repurpose or not?
Oh, what to do? What to do?
(Added: This reminds me of the fate of Larry the lobster. Should the coat be saved from the scissors like Larry was from the pot?)