Button, Button

The phrase use it or loss it even applies to sewing on a button. For many years I made many of my clothes and for many more years I have not sewn anything. I lost a vital button off of a favorite pair of slacks and could either throw them away of replace the button.

It took a while but I finally found the button box, the thread box and the box containing the needles and thimble. Fortunately the needles were the kind that has a split top to draw the thread through not the kind requiring the thread to be guided through the eye. I had enough trouble threading the easy kind.

My button box was suffering from malnutrition and the right button was not there. I was sure I had saved the detached button and put it in a safe place. To quote my son-in-law Marc, “That’s a place that only small children and thieves can find.” However I was finally successful in finding the original button.

Unfortunately Ms Kitty chose this time to be very loving and insist on rubbing against me as I tried to be accurate while threading the needle and placing the needle in the button hole. After much effort I finally achieved what once came so easy that I failed to regard it as a blessing.

In my youth I thought I was responsible for all the wonderful things I could do, but I now know it was Heavenly Father in the driver’s seat all along and I was only the recipient of the gifts he bestowed.