My grandmother gave me a sewing machine as a wedding present. It was utilized as a clever doorstop, a makeshift step stool, a booster seat, a side table (with a towel over it, now that is classy...but we were in college), a device to prop up a shelf, and, finally, a dust catcher.
I can't sew on a button. But if I could, I would sew a cute basket liner. Which would mean I would need a cute basket, which would mean I would need the cool Electra cruiser bike I rode in California. Hmmm.