It had to happen at some point. After almost 20 years, my sarong has worn thin and finally torn.
The tear is not close to an edge where the material could be cut and re-hemmed. It's not a small rent that could be hidden with close stitching. Instead it's a ragged rip in the middle bordered by thinning threads that barely keep the hole from growing.
A sarong - just a patterned, rectangular piece of material. Yet it holds the key to so many memories.