The lad’s pants were purchased for a job interview, were later worn to a wedding and then fell into the daily wear and wash. Which in his life includes work on his father’s hog farm. So hard work for them both.
The fabric frayed due to stress and a bit of belly growth. I have taken my hand needle to reinforce the fabric and move the button over to accommodate the actual human that owns these pants. This is such a joy to me: to make sure my son has workable clothing, to keep clothes from falling into the landfill, to use my fingers in this ancient tribal way. Joy! Joy! Joy!