Yesterday we were getting ready to take a trip down to Salt Lake for a job interview. I was trying to clean, get packed, and do a massive amount of laundry before we left. Marshall showed me that he was missing a button on his shirt and I told him I'd fix it if I had time. I'm not such a great seamstress, but I do know how to sew a button on. My mom is amazing at sewing so she did a lot for us growing up. Guess it was never really my forte. Maybe someday. My last big sewing project was in 9th grade, a polar fleece pullover I made in a sewing class. Half of it looked awful, the part I sewed. My friend Camille sewed the other half when she realized how hopeless I was. When I brought it home, my mom picked off the sleeve that I had sewn on and re-did it right. Guess it's not cool to have your sleeves two different lengths? Anyways, I got really caught up in what I was doing and a while later, Marshall came up to me. Here's how our conversation went:
Marsh: "I fixed my shirt!"
Me: "Great - you sewed it back on?"
About now, Marshall gets this mischevious grin on his face and I wasn't expecting what he was about to say or show me.
Marsh: "No, I just stapled it!"
This comment was definitely worthy of an eyebrow raise followed by much laughter on my part. Come to find out he'd also stapled the cuff at the bottom of his sleeve too. He sure seemed proud of his innovative way to hold his shirt together. Now if that isn't a man thing, I don't know what is!