No, not W S Gilbert’s Wandering Minstrel, but my gardening trousers. Or, to be precise, my ex-gardening trousers.
Having been brought up to make do and mend, I’ve always
gardened in clothing that has reached the point of being no longer fit for
other purposes. Scruffy clothes that will
no longer do for polite company but are ‘fine for the garden’. So it goes against the grain actually to
spend money on something to wear in the garden, to put on just to get wet and
muddy. But last year I had to ditch my
gardening jacket, an old grey puffer jacket that did a good enough job at
keeping the cold at bay even after it parted company from its lining; finally
the outer fabric ripped, and the padding started to fall out, making it really
no longer practicable as gardening kit.
I had no other comparable garment ready to be downgraded to replace it,
and a local outdoor-wear shop was doing a deal on cheap padded jackets, so I
spent a whole £30 on a new outer layer – and I have to say that it does the job
really well. I’m trying to remember to
put it in the washing machine from time to time to stop the fabric from
deteriorating; too easy just to hang it up again after every spell in the
garden!
I dallied for a while with the idea of using the old jacket
to create an old-clothes scarecrow, perhaps one that could have planting
pockets inserted in it (I’ve seen it done), but decided that it was going to be
too complicated and would probably fall apart.
Instead, the old jacket was washed and sent to recycling, where I hope
it was shredded and turned into something practical.
End of the road |
My trousers have also now reached the end of the road. Originally a very respectable pair of soft denim jeans, eventually their zip started to split and, needing something to take over from my previous gardening trousers (a black cotton pair from Gap), I demoted them to garden use. They were roomy enough to allow me to wear a pair of black cotton leggings underneath when I needed extra insulation; the elastic waistband of the leggings is sagging but the jeans held them up, and the leggings provided suitable modesty when the jeans’ zip finally gave up completely. However, the fabric of the jeans has now started to split across the leg and, while ripped jeans may be a valid fashion statement in some quarters, in a damp and dirty garden they’re just not a good idea. So I’ve gone (online) shopping.
The new trousers, specially designed for gardening, cost
considerably more than the £30 jacket, but they’re warmer and more practical
than the jeans, they come highly recommended and first impressions are good – I
just need to remember to keep them washed so that they last longer than my
jeans!