Buttons.....
Now there's a subject that needs tearing apart, if ever there was one. I mean, it's like puttin' on shavin' cream and spray-paintin' it whatever color. It's gonna come off sooner or later. And it's gonna be when you least expect it- then again, how're you ever gonna expect it? It's disaster just sittin' there waitin' to happen. Then you gotta walk around the rest of the day without it. You're gonna lose the damn button. Or you're gonna put it somewhere where you'll remember, then forget where that is. That's it for that garment. You ain't never gonna sew this button back on yourself, and you know it. Back in the closet- until you forget it ain't got no button and put it on, discover what you forgot, take it off again and put it back in the closet.
Can't you see the damage this does? Anxiety, suppressed anger, a sense of failure and lack of accomplishment, self deceit and overt procrastination. All because of that damn button. You'd think, by now, someone would have come up with a permanent wire loop to hold a durable button on.......... pretty much forever.
I swear........
