As regular reader(s) -- who am I kidding, the one person who checks these out -- of this blog are well aware, I'm starting to consider myself a small king of the world in recent days. I've successfully conquered the mountain of fixing my phone, the dangerous river of cooking foods I've only had and never looked at recipes for, and got over the chasm of executing difficult multi-step recipes that need an entire day's worth of attention. What I'm yet to conquer and win over is sewing back buttons for my shirts. Sad but very true.
Not that I've not tried. There's three sewing sets in my room at this point. I've watched dozens and dozens of youtube videos on how to sew your buttons back together. And some of my favourite shirts are out of action because they are missing their buttons. And yet I sit here like a helpless child, waiting for a friend who is more technically capable, smart, dexterous , and able than myself. The wait has gone for far too long, years and years. Last year with SS [the former beat-causer of my heart long story go back in the archives for deets] she bought a sewing machine and I was so very close to getting a new hobby and exciting set of skills. Didn't work out.
I went for the vacation and covid happened and now they've moved away to their village, here I am now pretending in front of my friends and roommates that I still talk to her and keep in touch when in reality I don't know what the hell is happening. Gotta be careful, my roommate PK said the other day, 'oh so she's going golfing today huh' at which I paused for a couple of seconds before realizing that must have been an insta story and replied 'oh haah yeah chill new hampshire people'. Which made it sound like haha I knew it of course but I didn't and now I have a different set of travel plans in motion just to avoid the embarrassment of admitting I'm not in touch. You know you're a loser, you don't want the world to know it too, what you definitely don't want is to admit in front of the world you're a loser who also has lied through his teeth to not come to terms with it.
In any case, it's time I started working on the sewing situation. It can't take longer than an hour, or two or even three, and once I know I know, you know? Gonna buy the same set of buttons nice expensive ones and put 'em on everything.
Bought some corduroy shirt, and got slick denim. It'll be nice to have denim shirts back in rotation to wear with corduroy pants.
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