Buttons...
Granny always had them...
often tucked away in the drawers of her iron foot-pedaled sewing machine.
The flip down drawer in front contained her special buttons.
She kept buttons in her apron that she'd snipped from a worn out shirt or pair of trousers.
Buttons were always saved for new frocks for the 4 girls or shirts for the 3 boys.
Granny made every stitch of clothes she and her family wore even down to the underware.
Since blogging, I too have become fascinated with buttons.
A bottle of buttons can be quite costly.
I was lucky to find the one above for $1.
The cup contains buttons that I purchased on Etsy for a much greater sum!
A closer look reveals a combination of all different, shapes, sizes, and textures.
Decided to change up the little vignette that occupies the top shelf of my favorite display cabinet-the one my sweet brother-in-law found on the side of the road.
A little secret that would make my granny turn over in her grave...
I can't even sew on a button! Shhhhh.
old meaningful buttons are just the best! I have an old jar of sugar cubes that belonged to my granny and a jar of her frozen peaches in my freezer. She's been gone about 15 years and they mean more to me every day!
ReplyDeleteSuch a sweet memory. And I just love that old jar. There's something about buttons...I can just see my little daughter sitting down, feeling and looking at each one. She would love a jar of buttons. I think I've been inspired to start one for her :)
ReplyDeleteoh I love old buttons. I have a jar of my husbands grandmother's buttons that I consider art. Nice post!
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