Margaret Arnold • March 22, 2025
Repairing Gear is Cool (even for a boomer)

On a downhill ski trip this winter, I skied with three fellow boomers. One of the skiers was sporting the same lightweight puffer jacket I’ve worn and treasured for years. As we compared notes, we realized all three of us had the exact jacket (color, style) circa early 2000s. We laughed about our shared attachment to our well-worn piece, each telling stories on why we wear the jacket today – a warm layer with a shell, a light work jacket, etc. While all of our trusty puffers had seen better days (a total of 70 years of use or more), we weren’t giving up on them.


Back at home, I sent these women a picture of my own jacket with it's repairs. Using patches, I’ve given my puffer a new life and a new look – and have created a few stares. The shapes, representing the outdoors, perfectly adhere to the tears to prevent the jacket from further disrepair.


... outdoor enthusiasts were keeping, repairing, and proudly wearing their well-worn gear ...

Knowing that these over 65-year-old outdoor enthusiasts were keeping, repairing, and proudly wearing their well-worn gear made me feel more connected to a similar trend I've noticed among younger adventurers. Far from hiding their fixes and patches (mostly made using versatile and convenient silver duct tape), they wear them proudly, like visible badges of outdoor experience and problem-solving. I think the younger generation is on to something and they are kindred “Silverish Simplicity” spirits in the area of repairing and repurposing their favorite gear. 


Besides the jacket, which has more than a dozen repairs now from being outside and in the woods, here are a few more pieces I’ve kept, helping me live more sustainably and hang on to my gear a little longer:


  • Backpack chest strap break and repair – A Lowe Alpine daypack with miles of hiking, skiing and traveling. A constant companion that was tested by my daughter on an overnight camping trip with more gear than it was used to. I found a replacement buckle after studying and measuring the right strap and had a heavy-duty sewing friend do the repair.


  • Hiking shoe resole – The sole of my favorite New Balance trail hiking shoes separated after years of work. Since this was only one sole and the rest of the shoes were in great condition and comfortable, I took the shoes to a shoe repair store. The experts agreed. They were good enough to repair. They’ve carried me through a few more seasons of hiking. (I’ve seen duct taped shoes on the trail and I may need to bring that just in case.)


I have restored these pieces because I LOVE my gear. I have difficulty setting them aside or giving them away. They have become my favorites, and each of the repairs tell a story. I marvel at and appreciate the wisdom of a younger generation who are both practical and sustainable … and cool.


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