[m i a o w] the cat

I am astounded. The amount of times I have seen those spare buttons on bits of clothing and thought, “How quaint“…

The amount of times those buttons have come off, and I’ve put them in a tin or a box and then they have haunted me, moving from house to house. Never. NEVER have I used on for its proper purpose. Tonight, I was about to sew a belt loop back on to my trousers that I haven’t worn for at least four years. The belt loops on these trousers are all fastened down with buttons. As decoration. Whatever. I was poised with the thread, when I just glanced at the inner lining of the pocket. And there it was. The Spare Button. Something clicked gently together somewhere out in the universe.