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Tuesday, May 13, 2014

Buttons and lids

I came across this article today and thought it was really on point and interesting. The author laments the impossible button placement on vintage clothing- clothing constructed at a time when it was expected that a woman would have someone to help her dress- her mother, husband, room mate. Women didn't live alone so there would always be someone to button that damned button right in the middle of their backs. 

I so loved living alone in my beautiful studio when I first moved to Portland. I was canned-green-beans-for-dinner poor but I was by myself and it was pretty great. Until I couldn't open a jar of pickles. That jar of pickles nearly gave me a nervous breakdown. I was single and my friends lived alone in their own tiny apartments and there was nobody to help me. It seems ridiculous but I was in tears over it. (Probably because I hadn't had anything but canned green beans for 3 days.)

I don't really have a point here besides saying that the author has a point. Now I have Pat to help me open pickle jars and button my buttons but the article struck a chord with me and I thought I'd share.