Okay, so reaching into the far reaching of my ancient history I'm assuming that somewhere along the way I did sew a button. I mean, I was a Brownie and a Girl Guide. However, I tend to treat my clothes very gently, so I don't lose buttons [although I always keep those extra buttons for some reason]. But on the glorious day when I do lose a button or sustain any other type of clothing damage - I throw out the item of clothing. Okay, I know. It's terrible. In my defense I have too much clothing anyway due to me not growing since I was like 12 years old [okay, I'm fatter...but I still do wear clothes that I bought when I was 14 years old].
What I know for sure is that I've never sewn a button on for someone else or used the original button [I seem to recall funky-ing up some tight pants with different buttons while @ university and going through an exceptionally frugal/vintage phase] so tonight I sewed a button on someone else's shirt. Of course this person was Joseph - he is good enough to keep his buttons when they fall off. I used an innovative x-style of sewing [and I still can't thread a needle], which seemed to secure the button moreso than its fellow button brothers, which seem ready to pop off @ any given moment due to shoddy stitching.
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