When hubby passed me a shirt this morning with the simple request that I replace the collar button, you would think this was not an unreasonable request. After all I have a few buttons.
So I confidently tipped out my tin of pearly buttons. The ones I don't use so often. And I sorted out all the coloured ones leaving a pile of all those ubiquitous white pearly buttons any button collector accumulates by the pound.
I looked for a tiny button to match the remaining collar button but fast realised that was too tricky. So I removed the awkward button from the shirt and searched instead for a pair....
Could I find a pair of tiny buttons just the right size? Nope!
Was I mortified? Yep!
Did I feel my button collecting was really quite an embarrassment if I couldn't even replace a lost shirt button? Yep!
Did I feel there was an issue to be addressed here? Oh yes certainly!
Clearly I need to buy more buttons! I just don't have enough!
Meanwhile, glancing across my messy work table this morning I spied a little pin cushion I have had since I was a child.
It has never struck me before just how barbaric it is and what that poor little chap has been through over the years! He seems happy though!
Now, working, working! Two Christening gifts to complete first, then stock for the fair! Chop chop! Honest I am! Working, that's me......Blogging? Who? t.xx