How I almost lost a finger for fashion
It had been a long time since I had done anything creative. I think working from home has helped make me feel more inspired and creative. The other day I decided to make a black version of a green hoodie I had modified about two years ago because, let’s face it, I wear black way more than I wear green these days.
I went to the thrift store and bought a Bebe hoodie for $6. Then I got out my scissors and some grommets. When I was poking the holes for the grommets, the scissors slipped and rammed into my left index finger. I said “Ooooooh” and Jeremy, who was luckily around, said “Ooooooh” and rushed me and my bleeding finger to the bathroom. There was a deep gash that went around by 90 degrees, so that two sides of a square of skin were loose. We weren’t sure if the bleeding was going to stop without stitches but it did. Jeremy rinsed the wound with water and hydrogen peroxide and wrapped some gauze tightly around it. The bleeding stopped.
The next day Kean took the bandage apart and rinsed the wound again. It started bleeding again. It also looked really bad, as if the flap of skin was still trying to come off. Kean put some neosporin on it and rebandaged it. I was scared of ending up with a deformed finger.
Kean, Jeremy and I have been taking turns redressing my wound, and today it’s actually looking really good. It looks like the flap of skin is starting to reattach itself to my finger. I am so proud of my body’s cells!
Well, I think my new modified hoodie looks great. Was it worth losing a finger for? Probably not. But almost losing a finger? Sure.
