Sometimes, we learn new things about our mates. Like last week, when I re-attached a button on one of Eddie's [cute, pink] dress shirts. I don't know if he ever really knew that I knew how to stitch.
As I was stitching, I realized how soothing it is, especially when I'm accompanied by my grandmother's sewing kit; one of the many things she left behind that I will treasure forever (including my love for the retro step stool). Every time I open it up, I pick through it like it's the first time I've seen it. Like I can find something new about her that I didn't know.
But, as soon as I do, I realize that I've seen this box a million times. I can picture her, with needle tucked in her teeth and measuring tape wrapped around her wrist. And it makes me feel good. Come take a look inside.
BTW, here's Eddie's shirt, left button re-attached and ready to go. I love this one.