It was a comfortable three weeks beyond my annual ironing day when I discovered that one of my five shirts was missing a button. Steamed, I grudgingly set about to undertake the dreaded process of repair – finding time and a spare button, scissors, needle and thread.
After what seemed like an eternity, I secured a new button snugly into place and donned my shirt. Despite efforts to closely follow directions, it quickly became apparent that things had gotten all fouled up…
How could I have sewn the button on the left side of my shirt?!
Rather than start over, undoing everything I’d already accomplished, I chose instead to simply cut another buttonhole into the other side of my shirt – after all (I thought), once it’s buttoned, who’ll know the difference?
© 2022 Phil Perkins
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