I don’t want to toot my own horn, but I am very good at a great number of things. Maybe not very good, but at the very least I am passable at several things.
As I went to get dressed this morning, I found that a button had fallen off of my shirt. “Drat!” I thought. After a couple of minutes spent trying to figure out why I would instinctively think of the word “drat,” I went to rectify the situation.
I hunted down a needle and thread and set to work. This would be easy, I thought. I had never sewn a button, much less anything else in my life, but I figured this would be another thing that I was passable at.
As it turns out, I am not passable at sewing buttons. Fat fingers are not conducive to small needles, thread, or tiny buttons. Put all three together, and it is the perfect storm for the sausage-fingered amongst us:
The Lost Button Fix (A Haiku)
Summon the thread spool!
Pointy needle, fat fingers.
YOW! BLOOD EVERYWHERE!
- No Man’s Land Post (lemonsqueezyhome.com)
- What should be included in a young student’s first sewing kit? (dollenvy.wordpress.com)
- English Needles No Longer Made In England. (trishburr.com)