Last summer I was working on a knitting project and I needed buttons. Lots of buttons. Preferably cute ones. So I asked around my friends to see if they had any they could donate. One friend gave me a box full of buttons; unfortunately most of those were way too big for what I was doing but there were some amazing vintage buttons buried amongst them.
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My friend knows nothing of where they came from or when as she was passed the box of buttons from a neighbour who has since passed; we just know that the lady used to travel as a nurse and bought buttons as souvenirs. I don’t know if you could do that so easily these days, it seems to me that the round, plain plastic button has become as universal and generic as too many other things in the modern world.
Have you got any special buttons to remind you of places or people or times?
My grandmother had this ceramic apple – the top came off and she stored buttons in there. Of all the things I wanted, after she was gone, was that ceramic apple. Luckily, my sisters and cousins didn’t put up much of a fight. I pour over those buttons every time I’m missing her.
Aw, that’s so sweet. It’s amazing how something so small can be bound up with so many memories, isn’t it? Thanks for commenting. :)
You seem to have some treasures there. When I had some time to spare in a public library, I found a book all about the history of buttons and browsed. There were some wonderful ones and some dreadful ones. Sue
Ooh, that sounds a fascinating book! It’s some of those plastic buttons that I can’t abide myself. Thanks for commenting. :)