Resin Buttons – Helps Mend Shirts and Remember Love

We counted buttons. Six or so per shirt worn by my grandfather, long now passed. Gramma Nevely asked me to help, and we did, counting shirt by shirt, taking notes all the while. One morning, while Gram sipped coffee from a mug labeled “World’s Best Grandpa,” we counted 134.
Blues, whites (now not as white, but saved just the same), and the occasional striped. Not many colors, but many styles of the same look. Grandpa had his work look (the blue shirts), church look (the white shirts), and going-to-the-country look (red and dark blue). The country meant the farm where my great-aunt Nicelle lived, and so Grandpa would don his flannels.
There were times a button would be missing. A spare was required, to be sewn with solemn pleasure gingerly by my Gramma, as if Grandpa sat on the porch reading Ellery Queen. Whatever color the original, the new one was white. Ironed, replaced in the closet, and positioned perfectly on hangers, his shirt would be presented, waiting, wishing the man who owned them could wear them once again.
One button fewer than you’ll need in this life? Whether counting buttons or sewing them on in the sweet memory of a long-lost love, you need a bag at the ready. When one is missing, try a bag of these basic white buttons. They will mend what needs sewing.
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Are we down here? There’s nothing to see. Well, since you are here, “My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains.” John Keats wrote that.
