Sep. 2nd, 2013 02:36 pm
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I approve of my rain gear fastening with velcro.
I approve of the case for my smartphone fastening with velcro.
I understand why my dress shoes fasten with velcro, even if I don't actually approve.

Velcro is really incredibly hard on dress-up clothes, ya know? I was going to say something like "especially summer clothes" or "especially women's clothes," but abrasion-resistant clothes just aren't very formal.
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A few weeks ago, I found a long wool overcoat at a secondhand store. There are times I don't want to wear my parka with an interview suit or a fancy dress. (Though of course when it's pouring down sleet, I have more important concerns than appearance.) The price was quite low, presumably because the pockets were torn and half the buttons were missing. I thought that even *I* could replace buttons. The pocket fixes were even easy, just a matter of repairing seams in the lining.

All was well until I finally got around to the button replacement project. With 2 remaining buttons and 3 empty buttonholes, I didn't expect to find a matching button. The spare buttons in my sewing box are singletons, and mostly pretty small. I planned to remove the 2 existing buttons, and put on 5 new matching buttons. I was surprised that the local fabric store didn't have what I was looking for--dark green buttons of 1" diameter. I'd thought that kind of flat plastic buttons were almost a commodity, like thread. I could have bought black buttons in the right shape, in 0.875" or 1.125", but I think that would be asking for trouble. I could also have bought shiny brass buttons with shanks, but I'd prefer to get something that doesn't stand out so much. (Maybe flat buttons that looked like bronze would be nice, but that's about as far as I'd like to go in that direction.) Should I be looking at a big fabric store? A specialty button store? Online?
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For most of the last week, I've been thinking that I really ought to go and do laundry. Monday morning, I got so far as pre-treating all the stains and piling the dirty stuff in the cart, but somehow it took me the rest of the week to go to the laundromat. It has not been a good week for accomplishing things. Anything.

But I went to the laundromat so I could wash everything at once. And it only took about 2 hours, counting washing and drying and there and back. Well, 2 hours and $11. And the laundromat's equipment bit little holes in most of the stuff I was trying to wash. Most of it is the kind of cloth that does not mend easily, even if I were inclined to darn half a dozen 1/8-1/4" holes in a given item. Which I am not. I've tried it for a few favorite things, and it doesn't work very well. It hurts my hands, takes months, and makes a mess of the clothes. If I had known they would be damaged like that, I would have put my money towards buying new in the first place, or whatever place it is by now.
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I visited my mother in Michigan at the end of last month. I was there to see my new nephew, in the sense that I was only in the state because of him, but he can't be the only relative I see. Not for years, if ever. (I begin to understand the uncle I don't know very well, the one who loved my father and avoided family gatherings in the course of avoiding my grandmother.) My mother was very excited about seeing me for the first time since my brother's wedding. She wanted to take me shopping, partly because she regards clothes-shopping as a pleasant activity to share, and partly because she wanted to buy me nice clothes she thought I would need. I have a new suit.

For weeks before the trip, I fretted about what I could wear that would be suitable for weather and activities, and still look nice enough to meet with her approval. I stayed up most of the night before I left; packing, repacking, and dying my hair. At least she liked the hair. And she thought I had a pair of trousers that were ok. She said my winter coat made me look like a homeless person. I've had it for years, and the cuffs are frayed. Some years, I never took it out of the attic (when I was too fat to wear it, or combinations of mild winters and me being less sensitive to cold), so its calender age is greater than its wear age. How do you determine what level of wear is ok, when something is perceptibly not new, but is nowhere near falling apart? My mother was really upset that I could wear anything that looked so disreputable. She was appalled enough that I would be seen in public that way at all, even just to go to the store. That I was planning to wear it to a job interview made her think I had lost my mind completely. She gave me a newer coat, a coat I have to acknowledge is very my old one, it has a hood, and is long enough to wear over a suit jacket. The problem is that the wind goes right through the pretty new coat. The body I had in high school wasn't perfect, but it was better at staying warm than the body I have now. Between my current lifestyle and my current body, the new coat is just not warm enough.

I thought I could buy a warmer coat when I got home. It didn't work out. February is not a good time for buying winter coats. Popular sizes tend to sell out around Christmas, or early in January, or after the first bitter cold. I can find a coat that's waterproof, or one that's warm enough, or one that fits over a suit. If I want everything, I need to shop when the selection is better, in the fall. *sigh* I only have to get through a few more weeks of serious winter.

Redbird was here a few weeks ago, and she helped put my new duvet in the flannel cover. It's ridiculously warm, so warm she can't actually use it for fear of overheating. When I'm here by myself, it's just wonderful, a safe warm little cave. It's a bit awkward for taking to the bus stop, though, especially if the idea is to avoid looking like a homeless person.


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