My old life: if it’s broken, ripped, or torn keep it around for a few months or a year, finally, regretfully throw it out.
My new life: if it’s broken, ripped, or torn, keep it around for a few months, remember the tailor, do some research on the internet, take it in for repairs or attempt (more than once) to repair it myself, once repaired, add back to my collection.
As illustrated above, you can infer that I dislike throwing things out. Ever since I learned about landfills (or worse, dumping castaways into the ocean), I’ve cast a doleful eye on trash. Curious, then, isn’t it, how long it still takes me to remember the tailor, the internet, my own two hands -capable of simple mending and/or surfing the web to locate someone with more skill!