Sometimes I hold a morning brew, or I’m the reflection staring back at you. In another sense, I bring dismay, taking your valuables away.

Raised to honor someone momentous, I stand where all may look and adore

Encased in bone both hard and white, I never glimpse the day or night. Yet all you say and all you do, begins with signals passing through.

A version of me can wrap around your wrists. Historically, i symbolized authority. What am I?

I help repair clothing by repeatedly stabbing it.