RESEARCH NOTE

Just this one button.

SHIORI’S DIARY 009

While changing after work, I noticed a loose button on my cuff. After dinner, I brought out my little sewing tin.

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I was changing after work when I noticed a button sitting a little loose on my blouse cuff. I gave it a gentle wiggle. It moved much more than the others.

Oh, good. I’d caught it before it fell off.

I draped the blouse over my chair with the cuff showing. Once I’d finished the dinner dishes, I would sew that one button back on.

It had been a while since I’d opened my little sewing tin. Against the ecru fabric, the white thread looked surprisingly white. The pale beige spool beside it seemed a better match.

It was only one button, but laying out a needle and scissors made it feel like a bit of a project. I cleared a space on the table and brought the cuff close, resting the rest of the blouse on my lap so it wouldn’t slip off.

As I sewed, I realized how rarely I looked closely at the inside of a sleeve. Usually, I just fasten the button and leave it at that. Even the narrow folded edge of the seam was neatly stitched.

I snipped the thread and gave the button a small tug. It didn’t wobble the way it had before.

Done.

I slipped my arm into the sleeve and fastened the cuff. Yes, just as it should be. I like that this cuff doesn’t fit too tightly, either. I slipped my arm out and laid the blouse back on the table.

I put the needle back in its pincushion and picked up the bits of thread. Then, just as I was about to put everything away, I touched the button once more. Still firmly there.

An ecru blouse cuff rests on a wooden table at night. Beside the reattached button, a small sewing tin is still open as its contents are being put away.
An ecru blouse cuff rests on a wooden table at night. Beside the reattached button, a small sewing tin is still open as its contents are being put away.

Back on the hanger. Maybe I’ll wear this again tomorrow.

Shiori is a character created for this publication. Her everyday scenes and the illustrations are fictional.

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