It always disturbs my equilibrium when I have to throw anything out. Anything.
A pair of Mr B's discarded canvas trousers, worn at the knees, frayed at the hem and stained where random splodges of paint had caught him unawares mid-DIY - presented a special kind of problem: no one, but no one would want these bad boys.
I noticed that the dark navy canvas really made my embroidery floss pop, and voila: problem solved!
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All the best for now,
Bonny x