The Seamster
Cole is quite proud of the red bandanna pillow he made at Camp Calvary. Yes, my boy took the Sewing Class. He wanted to do archery, but apparently all the boys did. So he was assigned to Sewing, where there was ample room in the circle of fair maidens for one more seamstress... errr...seamster. He had a great time.
Just a few days before camp, Cole's button popped off his shorts. Not because they were tight; rather because he pulled them on without unbuttoning. Again. His button just gave up and let go.
I said, "OK. So now, you get to sew it back on." He hung his head, and headed off to gather the sewing stuff. A few minutes later, I walked into the kitchen and found him, tugging the shorts--which he was still wearing--toward the sewing machine he had fetched. With the button in hand, he nodded toward the machine and asked, "How does this thing work?"
I'm sure you'll agree that Cole's pillow, which is embellished with several decorative buttons and was created without the use of a sewing machine, is a masterpiece!