My DH reminded me that years ago i made my dad, who suffered a stroke, men's pants with velcro on the waistband (to keep them up, velcro would stick to his woolrich wool shirts) and a velcro fly. Gave him more dignity while being disabled. My mother and I sewed velcro spots on the wool shirts too, so he could dress himself. He didn't look too neat at first, but he was sooo proud of himself. That was way back in the 1970's. My mother was a piece worker in a slip factory when I was younger. I got her sewing gene, although she never quilted. She crocheted like a demon.