I was at the Banana Republic this weekend. What's that? Yeah, I know. Again. It was a big sale! Anyway, a Mika song came on their soundtrack and I couldn't help but sing along. The salesgirl asked if I knew him and I was all, "Yeah, I've been listening to him for months, thanks to my girl with the inside line."
She's like, "I found out about him on Perez Hilton. Do you read that?" Isn't that the same as her asking me if I'm gay? Because I'm obviously not a celebrity. All I know is the cute salesguy (who needs to go down one size on both tops and bottoms) winked after I said I did read it every once in a great while, but I first heard about Mika on my daily stop at Towleroad.PS If you keep all those extra buttons and thread that come with stuff from Banana Republic, will you be my bf/gf? Because I know I should but I don't even pretend to any more and I need someone to do it for me.
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Mail 'em to me. I have a plastic box where I collect 'em. I even have a collection of thread and needles.
Martha collects 'em all in those plastic business card holder insert thingies that go in binders, and labels them all with the garment etc. I considered this for a nanosecond and then thought life's too short. You know? Call it a moment of clarity. Or sanity.
I collect them too. I can't help it. I even take them off of my housemate's new clothes and save those "just in case". It's a sickness. In my defense, I do not label them.
I'm so jealous that you can wear BR stuff. I love their casual suits but can't get them to hang right on me.
I keep the buttons, too.
Don't even get me started on Perez Fathead Hilton. I have illogical anger at Mika for even tolerating him.
I keep all the buttons too. Do you think I've ever used them though? Not a single one.
Guilty as charged: I KEEP all the buttons and, in some instances, the suit fabric generally stuffed back into my trousers once they've been tailored to fit.
What?! I could grow two inches overnight, right?!? Feh!
But I eventually toss the extra fabric. Buttons, no.
I can't decide if you people are masochists for keeping all that stuff or sadists for heaping me with shame.
Sadists.
I've only actually had to use the buttons to rescue garments once or twice. Usually by the time the buttons fall off, it's time to get rid of the clothes anyway. Because I buy cheap shit.
However, the buttons do come in handy for knitting projects or for replacing stray buttons on other pieces of clothing.
All in all, though, these buttons I have squirreled away everywhere are just another thing that's clogging up my chi.
You keep them in your chi? Handy, I guess.
Your chi chi? Isn't that uncomfortable?
My grandmother was a dressmaker by trade, and had a huge old fashined biscuit tin filled with buttons. As a child I used to love to take them out and play with them. (It made me gay, maybe.) I wish I had that tin now because there were some wonderful old bakelite ones in there.
Oh, you boys are HILARIOUS.
Now I have this image of you coughing and then buttons roll out of the leg of your pants.
Incontinentsia Buttons.
(/end lame Monty Pythonesque joke)
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