Restoration Patience Over Perfection

The linen on my workbench has more stories than the museum’s entire catalog, and the curator wants a flawless sheen while I’m busy coaxing the ragged edge to breathe. My patience frays faster than the threads when deadlines loom, and the last time someone asked for a quick fix I muttered that true restoration never rushes. I kept the threadbare pocket of the 1920s dress, letting the seam breathe, and told the technician it’s fine if it can survive the next century. Honestly, if perfection is a goal, I’m content with imperfect, because that’s how fabric tells its story. #RestorationLife 🧵