much-mended

A remnant of her former fortune, it was of much-mended taffeta silk in a deep rose.

red dust Ryn Cricket 2010

Dad was in his uniform of khaki pants, a thin, much-mended khaki shirt with a Parker pen and a packet of Madisons his new brand in the pocket, a floppy khaki hat, and veldskoens.

Rainbow’s End Lauren St John 2007

Dad was in his uniform of khaki pants, a thin, much-mended khaki shirt with a Parker pen and a packet of Madisons his new brand in the pocket, a floppy khaki hat, and veldskoens.

Rainbow’s End Lauren St John 2007

Would this tall, beautifully dressed white man have thrown himself into the waves after the wife of the short Chinese man with the much-mended trousers?

Locked Rooms King, Laurie R. 2005

Would this tall, beautifully dressed white man have thrown himself into the waves after the wife of the short Chinese man with the much-mended trousers?

Locked Rooms King, Laurie R. 2005

Duchess lay in her shroud, and Brummell, whose clothes had been the envy of kings, had now only one pair of much-mended trousers, which he hid as best he could under a tattered cloak.

The Common Reader, Second Series 2004

The good mother, who was all but overcome by his astonishing presence, wiped her hands furtively upon her much-mended apron, and, seeing that he waited for a reply, said:

Jennie Gerhardt 2004

She squatted at his feet, elbowing those on either side of her roughly, a thin and stringy creature of about thirty years, clad in much-mended but reasonably clean clothes—black skirt, red petticoat, red blouse, black jerkin and an oddly cheeky black hat which sat with its wide brim to one side and bore a goose feather dyed scarlet.

Morgan’s Run Colleen McCullough 2000

She squatted at his feet, elbowing those on either side of her roughly, a thin and stringy creature of about thirty years, clad in much-mended but reasonably clean clothes—black skirt, red petticoat, red blouse, black jerkin and an oddly cheeky black hat which sat with its wide brim to one side and bore a goose feather dyed scarlet.

Morgan’s Run Colleen McCullough 2000

The coals in the tripod braziers had died down long since, and neither much-mended tent canvas nor layered carpets on the ground held in warmth any longer.

The Path of Daggers Jordan, Robert, 1948- 1998