String'em up

It is easier for a camel to go through an eye of a needle than for a man to thread a needle.

I have a button up shirt I purchased from a thrift store for about a dollar. The other day I noticed one of the buttons was becoming loose. I stored in the back of my mind that I needed to sew it. Today I word the shirt to church and the button became loose. It was basically hanging by a thread.

So tonight I get out the sewing kit Wendy received as a wedding gift. Wendy was talking through me the process. The thread had not been opened. It was a little difficult to get the thread started. I was able to thread the needle after a few attempts. I put the needle through the shirt and button hole. My first pull causes the thread to come out of the needle. So I have to rethread again.

I was able to get the button on the shirt. I may have sewed something before, but if so I do not remember. I do know it is not one of my favorite things. I am not a big fan of needles.

The highlight of my experience, at least for Wendy, happened a few minutes in. I pulled the needle through the shirt and felt a tug. I look down and the thread is hanging on my finger. That it is to say it is through my finger. I am not sure how I did it. I must have put the needle through the top layer of skin. Fortunately, it did not hurt. It scared me more than anything. I pull the string out and continue.

Wendy said the look on my face was the best part. Glad I could amuse.