Did I tell you how much I love buttons?
Truly love every one of them?
Better than chocolate?
Wait, that one could be a lie.
But I really really love buttons.
That's from playing in my Mother's button box. My Grandmother's button box. Wish I had some of those buttons. No my Mother does not share, and my Grandmother's are gone to heaven. So I have MY buttons.
Here's some of my favorites. My friend Patsy has a suitcase full. She was so sweet and gave me some special ones. I used some of those in art quilts.
Aren't they lovely? Don't know why I like seperating them. After a while I can't tell blue from black, purple from blue. Doesn't matter. It's a true stress reliever. And they feel good. They have good vibes from the people that wore them, buttoned them, admired them.
Got a jar or box of buttons? I'd love to adopt them. I'll send you a print.
Leave a comment and we'll make it happen!