No visit from my grandmother Rosa was complete until the little plaid mending kit came out.  She would take the train from Louisiana to New Jersey and later when we moved to Los Angeles she would visit us a couple of times a year. She was a fixture and a constancy in our life. I grew up in a time when things were less disposable and valued thus they got mended. She would put the call out to the whole household to bring her our clothes that needed hemming or a button, a snap, a patch. It seemed magical and simple in her capable hands that a dress would become wearable again, the elbows on a beloved sweater resurrected. Her tools were so simple and consistent but the little kit is an indelible reminder of care and reverence for resources.