When I was cleaning out my closet, I found this little gem that hung in our house during my growing-up years. I don't know who stitched it—my mom? Was it a gift? In any case, I thought it was worth preserving.
I ripped it out of its frame so I could wash the fingerprints off. It was glued and taped and glued again. I felt bad undoing all that hard work.
I got it clean and dry and ironed and put it back in the frame—but I added glass this time so fingerprints won't happen again.
And then I taped and glued it again, just like it had been before. I'm sure it wasn't archival quality to use old paper sacks and packing tape, but if it held up that well for over thirty years, that's good enough for me.
And now Pip is enjoying it in his bedroom.