Pop! Goes My Dignity
Today I did something I’ve never done before.
I was thoroughly impressed with myself.
Wanna know what I did?
I sewed a button.
That’s right – I took my own two little hands and this cute little sewing kit and sewed a button back on my shorts.
I have NO IDEA why the button popped off while I was wearing the shorts.
OKAY OKAY I GET IT!
I know why the button popped. But I don’t want to talk about it.
The point is that I was able to successfully reattach the offending button.
As a self-admitted domestiphobic person, I have to consider today a whopping success.
(And I’ll pretend I didn’t first have to Google “how to sew a button.”)
Maybe I’ll celebrate with some pie.
Remind me to write a story about my domestic foray with the sewing machine and my deluded idea to make and wear, yes, proudly wear a maternity dress…
Now that I would like to read!!
hahahahaha! Been there, done that!
Glad I’m not the only one. ;)
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