Anyway, the name tag really gave my heart a tug. I examined the rough stitching that I used to sew it in (my mother sewed my tags when I was younger, but I'm sure that by high school that was my job. Her stitching is impeccable--I still find name tags sewn into old towels and sheets.) Then I noticed the rather gnarly job I did of sewing up a seam at the wrist that must have come unraveled...I used whatever wool was at hand, clearly. I was a bit mortified at my awkward handiwork, but gave myself a pass for having made the attempt at all.