30 Sec's on....
So I ran into a little issue today...
A button fell off my duvet when it went through the washing machine.
No problem! I hear you say, Just sew the bloody thing back on.
And that my friend, is the issue.
Well, to be fair, one of two.
The first one is I am, and have always been, very anti-traditional women's roles in the World.
I have always believed that I can achieve anything and more importantly, I was not put on this Earth to run round picking up after a man's ass.
You can also put in the same basket cooking for, baking and housework.
In fact, and I am super aware this is totally naughty, any man I date doesn't know I am a fantastic baker.
Well, to be fair, what's the point of getting him all excited like that I'll be baking for him, when I won't.
I bake for me when I feel like it, and not one minute either side of that.
Judge me if you will.
The second issue worked out that when I eventually found a needle and thread (a kind reminder of an ex), the bloody thing refused to thread.
So I got in my car and went down to buy a new duvet.
Two, (2) places later and apparently you can find any colour, style and/or texture you desire, apart from plain black.
Which is what I wanted.
So as I'm writing this, original duvet is back on my bed, minus one button.
But it begs the question:
If I refuse to sew a button on because it offends my sense of self, and I don't suit a man who will sew a button on for me...
Who sews the damn button on?
Big kissy hugs
T and Spirit