Sewing on a button I am sewing a button onto my son’s school shirt I don’t darn his socks, rather I replace them like I replaced his father and he replaced me. I thread the fine silk through polyester. I find holes. Empty gaping spaces that were hidden. The thread weaves through the cloth, around the button, strangling it into position. I repeat the stitch over and over so it will never escape, guaranteeing extended life. The button now sits snuggly on its home as if it had never attempted to leave. The holes are hastily cobwebbed but barely visible.…