What is it about opening a tin of buttons that sends you right back in time? My sister Sue gave me this tin last Spring and being busy, I stashed it on a shelf in the closet. Once or twice I've looked at it ... or moved it ... but today I opened it up for a quick peek. My mom worked at a coat factory when my sisters were little so had quite a stash of buttons ... and there were always huge ones that would have been on some glamourous jacket. But I remember the blue ones because they were on my sister's dresses!
In that same box of stuff that day was a bag of buttons ... they look so much better in an old strainer! A few weeks ago Sue's itty bitty grand daughter was in the hide out and the first thing she went for were the buttons. That little apple didn't fall far from the family tree ... straight down from Great Grandma!
I have my own stash of buttons I've collected over the years. Is it any surprise that my first 4-H demonstration at 9-years-old was about buttons? The history of buttons ... how to make a button display ... how to sew on a button.
Sue has the coveted Old Dutch Potato Chip can filled with all the buttons we used to dump out and play with under the table. But somehow ... shortly after Mom died ... I ended up with the small Emerald Walnut can. It's kind of scary to open because it's edges are sharp ... opened up originally by one of those old fashioned can openers. But that's ok because I know almost by heart what's inside. There are the white buttons with red deep inside the opening where the sewing holes are ... there's a terry cloth covered button from my Mom's bathrobe ... and there are the parts of my pink and gold bracelet waiting for someone to string them back together. Just catching a glance of it now and then makes me feel happy!