The best button job...

was the one I did for T. One of the buttons on his shirt came off and it was the rare occasion I saw the usually confident and self-assured him flustered. I jokingly offered to help him for five bucks and got a snarl instead. I can still remember the light-yellow shirt smelled strongly of detergent as I held it. Never have I put in so much heart and effort in a sewing job (sorry mom!). I myself was in awe of the deftness and neatness of the endeavour as I admired the button that was back snuggly where it belonged. That was the power of (de)illusion of sewing for your loved one...no expectation of return just the plain contentment of giving...