Ehlersism # 105

Mission Accomplished!! 

Real Men Can’t Sew

Well at least this one can’t. It is pretty sad actually. It’s like those stories you hear about people who go through life unable to read and no one knows about it. They do little things like ask strangers what something says because they ‘forgot their glasses’ or memorize pictures and such. I’m the same way, I try to ‘re-dry clean’ shirts with the button missing, hoping that the drycleaner will attend to the missing button. Or I just avoid wearing the clothing all together.

That is what I did with my shorts. I mean they were great shorts, somewhat new, fit great, good style. And there they would sit, in the closet while lesser shorts (with all of their buttons) would get used often. Occasionally I would take them out and set them on the bathroom counter with the idea I would sew a button on to them. Who was I kidding? What I really wanted was for Sheryl to finally fix them for me. I mean she is no seamstress either, but she has got to be better than me. After all, she learned from her mother, the person for who (both of us) line up clothes with missing buttons for her to fix when she visits.

Well what do they say about your fears…face them head on. So today I attempted to sew a button on my shorts. I searched the house high and low for the tools. We have no sewing room…or even a sewing drawer for that matter. That was about the time when I started to think about brining the shorts to the tailors to get fixed (and it wouldn’t be the last). But I finally found a little box with thread and needles and even a button that looked to match. So I threaded and tied a knot then put the needle into the shorts, through the button….and right out the other side. I guess I need a bigger knot. Then I looked at button in back (the one for the pocket) for reference, I mean I didn’t even know if I should crisscross or box (crisscross for this pair). You don’t even want to see what the back looks like (loops and holes so far away from the center of the center you wonder how they reach). But the Button is on, and the sad thing is I was so proud that I would be able to wear my shorts again: you would think I sewed the whole pair. BTW I also leaned what a thimble is for…my thumb is sore.