Day 1: Born in a Factory, Destined for Glory
I wasn’t made to sit in a drawer. I was born in Finland, crafted from recycled PET bottles, infused with purpose, and printed with a design that screams “I’m not just a patch—I’m a statement.”
They called me “Banksia.” Bold. Botanical. Beautiful. I knew I was different.
Day 5: Shipped to Australia
I flew across oceans in a compostable envelope. Customs didn’t know I was a rebel. I landed in Melbourne, tucked between a hoodie patch and a wetsuit fixer. We whispered dreams of revolution.
Day 7: First Glimpse of My Human
Her name was Zoe. She had a tear in her favourite linen jumpsuit—right at the thigh. She looked devastated. I saw the pile of “too hard to fix” clothes in the corner. I knew I had work to do.
Day 8: The Moment of Truth
She peeled my backing. Pressed me over the rip. Rubbed me in with a spoon. I felt the warmth of her hand, the hope in her heart.
And then—bam—I bonded. No sewing. No ironing. Just pure patch magic.
Day 9: Strutting Through Fitzroy
Zoe wore the jumpsuit to brunch. I peeked out proudly. People stared. One asked, “Is that a patch?” She said, “It’s FabPatch. Isn’t it fab?”
I blushed. (Well, metaphorically.)
Day 14: Washed, Worn, Still Winning
I survived the washing machine. Cold cycle. Eco detergent. No peeling. No fading. Zoe danced in the rain that afternoon. I held strong.
I wasn’t just surviving—I was thriving.
Day 20: Existential Crisis
I overheard Zoe say, “I wish I’d known about FabPatch sooner.” I realized how many clothes die young. Torn knees. Frayed elbows. Split seams. All tossed because people don’t know repair can be this easy.
I vowed to spread the word.
Day 25: The Patch Manifesto
I scribbled it on the inside of Zoe’s wardrobe (okay, not literally—I’m a patch, not a pen). But here’s what it said:
“We are FabPatches. We are the rebels of repair. We turn damage into design. Waste into wonder. We patch proudly. We patch loudly. We patch for the planet.”
Day 30: The FabPatch Army Grows
Zoe ordered more. One for her partner’s work pants. One for her daughter’s backpack. Even one for the dog’s raincoat. We were everywhere.
We were unstoppable.
Day 45: The Bigger Mission
Australians dump 6000kg of clothing every 10 minutes. That’s madness. But FabPatch is changing that—one rub-on patch at a time.
We’re not just fixing clothes. We’re fixing mindsets.
Day 60: A Jacket Joins the Cause
A vintage denim jacket arrived with a nasty tear. I watched as my cousin “D.Denim” patched it up. The jacket whispered, “I thought I was done.”
Shadow replied, “You’re just getting started.”
Day 75: Patch Party
Zoe hosted a “Mend & Mimosas” night. Friends brought torn clothes. We patched everything—jeans, dresses, even a beanbag. There was laughter, music, and a lot of spoon rubbing.
We felt like celebrities.
Day 90: Long Live the Adventure
I’ve been on hikes, bike rides, and beach walks. I’ve seen sunsets and spilled coffee. I’ve held strong through it all.
I’m not just a patch. I’m a story. A symbol. A spark.
And I’m not done yet.
Final Entry: From Patch to Purpose
If you’ve got a tear, a rip, a fray—don’t toss it. Patch it. Love it. Wear it again.
Because every FabPatch has a story. And every story deserves a second chance.
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