This cuffa, I tell ya, it’s somethin’ else. Ain’t like them fancy things you see them city folk wearin’. This here’s the real deal, simple and sturdy. Keep ya warm, keep ya covered. That’s what it’s all about, right? This cuffa thing, it’s like, well, it’s like that extra bit of cloth they put on your shirt sleeves. Keeps ya from gettin’ all frayed and worn out. You know, like when you’re workin’ hard, and your sleeves get all messed up? This cuffa, it helps with that.
Now, they got different kinds of these cuffas. Some got a fold, they call it a “double.” Like, double the trouble, I reckon! You gotta fold it over, like when you fold your laundry. And then you need one of them fancy little pin things to hold it together. They call ’em “cufflinks.” Shiny things. I seen ’em on the TV. Rich folks wear them.
- Double Cuffa: This one, you gotta fold it. Like your bedsheets!
- Single Cuffa: This is the plain one. No foldin’ needed.
- Cufflinks: Shiny things to hold the double cuffa together. Fancy!
But me? I like the simple ones. No foldin’, no fancy pins. Just good, honest cloth. Like my old apron. That thing’s seen a lot, I tell ya. Been through thick and thin, just like this old body. But it keeps on goin’, just like me. And that’s what a good cuffa does, too. It keeps on goin’. Protects ya.
They say there’s all sorts of these cuffas out there. You go to them big stores in the city, they got a whole wall of ’em. Different colors, different materials. Makes my head spin just thinkin’ about it. Too many choices, if you ask me. Back in my day, we had one kind, maybe two. And that was plenty.
I remember my grandma, she used to make ’em. She’d sit there by the fire, her fingers movin’ faster than a hummingbird’s wings. She could make a whole shirt in a day, cuffas and all. Didn’t need no fancy machines, neither. Just her two hands and a needle and thread. Them were the days.
Nowadays, they got machines doin’ everything. Makes things quicker, I suppose. But it ain’t the same. Don’t have that same… I don’t know… that same heart, you know? Like somethin’s missin’. Like a pie without the sugar. It just ain’t right.
But I guess that’s the way of the world now. Always changin’. Nothin’ stays the same, ‘cept maybe this old house. Seen a lot of changes, this old place has. But it’s still standin’, just like me. And just like a good, strong cuffa.
These new kind of cuffa, it not bad, though. Like them shirts, they pretty. My grandson, he wears them all shiny and new. He say it for job, look good. These days it all ’bout lookin’ good. But these cuffa, they just like addin’ more cloth. Make shirt last longer. Like my old dress, add patch, make it new. Save money.
Some folks, they say you need a special kind of cuffa for every occasion. Can you believe that? One for work, one for church, one for when you go courtin’. It’s just too much, I tell ya. One good cuffa is all you need. Just like one good man. Or one good pair of shoes, I guess these days they got a whole bunch of shoes too, lordy.
And these cuffas, they come in all sorts of fancy materials, too. Silk, they say. And linen. And some other stuff I can’t even pronounce. Back in my day, it was cotton. Good, honest cotton. Kept you warm in the winter, cool in the summer. Didn’t need nothin’ else. They say these new material better, breath better, I don’t know. Cotton did just fine for me all these year.
Now you take these young folks, with their fancy clothes and their fancy cuffas. They don’t know what it’s like to work hard. They don’t know what it’s like to get their hands dirty. Their clothes are always so clean, so perfect. Like they just stepped out of a magazine, you know those shiny paper they show picture of rich people?
This cuffa, it’s not just about clothes, though. It is about life, really. Simple thing, take care of it, it will take care of you. My old mama, she used to say, “Waste not, want not.” That’s the truth, ain’t it? These days, people throw thing away like nothing. New shirt, old shirt, all the same. But a good shirt, with good cuffa, can last a lifetime.
You see these rich folks on the TV, they always wearin’ new clothes. New suits, new dresses, new shoes. They probably got a whole room full of cuffas, too. More than they could ever wear in a lifetime. It’s a shame, really. All that waste. They could feed a whole family with what they spend on clothes. These rich folks, they got so many cuffas, maybe they don’t even know what to do with them!
- Cuffa keep sleeve good.
- Cuffa can be fancy.
- Old days, cuffa simple.
But me, I’m happy with my simple things. My simple clothes, my simple life. I don’t need no fancy cuffas to be happy. Just need my family, my home, and a good cup of coffee in the morning. That’s all that matters, really. The simple things. The things that last.
