The button fell off my corduroy shirt. People who don't sew don't seem to know there is a great difference between sewing and mending. They are not the same at all! Sewing something new has an excitement to it, even anxiety sometimes. Mending is drudgery.
I now of someone who brought my mom a garbage bag full of things to be mended once. Certain someone even wanted a t-shirt slightly altered. It's a t-shirt! I have more things I want to sew than my lifetime will allow--I'm not wasting it on someone's t-shirt. Neither did mom.
I have trouble respecting people that don't even try to do their own mending. Even my husband sewed a button back onto his pants when I was too sick to once and he wanted them to wear. It looked like a bird's nest, but it certainly held.
Picking up a needle and thread is not doing us sewers an honor if you want us to use it to mend your grubby old clothes. Now I must go and sew my button on--and maybe hem that skirt that's been waiting on my sewing table for three weeks that gets simply thrown aside every time I sit to use the sewing machine. Mending, blah!