It seems that part of my mission here in Bocaiúva is to help the missionaries with their mending and darning needs. I've re-sewn seams, replaced buttons on ripped out fabric, formed new pockets from ripped-out linings of shoulder bags, fixed zippers, shortened pant legs, repaired ragged edges, filled in holes ripped open by angry dogs, and given new life to favorite ties and almost-dead book bags. I'm sure glad that I learned from my mom the lost art of DARNING--she was the master of darning and re-darning. I'm getting pretty good at interweaving my criss-crossed stitches to form new fabric where gaping holes had been. I'm glad the elders ask; I'm grateful that I can help.