Confessions of a Button Floozie
I love the fact that Abbie decided to create this place. It gives us a chance to connect and to share our loves, our addictions (!), our treasures and our thoughts.
I am a button floozie. From way back. Like many others, I started in childhood. It seemed innocent enough but you know how it is -- once you've had one button, you can never have enough!!
On a more serious note, my start came from my mother. I didn't know either of my grandmothers, both had died the same year, three years before I was born. I had a step-grandmother who sewed and she was a "saver" so I suppose Auntie Doris (as we called her, though she certainly was not an aunt!!) had buttons in her home but I don't recall seeing them.
My mother kept her buttons in an old mayonnaise jar and on a rainy day (like today), my sister and I would play with the buttons. We'd count them, sort them, play little games with them. And you always knew that if you needed a replacement, there was a button in the button jar.
I haven't seen that jar in a long time. My mother passed away 10 years ago and I can't imagine having thrown the buttons away. I'm sure they are in my crawl space, in a box with a lot of other things I saved. I'm thinking I need to go on a treasure hunt!!
I don't have a jar for my buttons -- I have them all over the place, in different spots. I save the buttons that come with a shirt or a jacket because "you never know" when that one will be the "perfect" button.
Sadly, I have sons. No daughters and we're still a few years from daughters-in-law or granddaughters. But there is hope!! There is always hope!
I am a button floozie. From way back. Like many others, I started in childhood. It seemed innocent enough but you know how it is -- once you've had one button, you can never have enough!!
On a more serious note, my start came from my mother. I didn't know either of my grandmothers, both had died the same year, three years before I was born. I had a step-grandmother who sewed and she was a "saver" so I suppose Auntie Doris (as we called her, though she certainly was not an aunt!!) had buttons in her home but I don't recall seeing them.
My mother kept her buttons in an old mayonnaise jar and on a rainy day (like today), my sister and I would play with the buttons. We'd count them, sort them, play little games with them. And you always knew that if you needed a replacement, there was a button in the button jar.
I haven't seen that jar in a long time. My mother passed away 10 years ago and I can't imagine having thrown the buttons away. I'm sure they are in my crawl space, in a box with a lot of other things I saved. I'm thinking I need to go on a treasure hunt!!
I don't have a jar for my buttons -- I have them all over the place, in different spots. I save the buttons that come with a shirt or a jacket because "you never know" when that one will be the "perfect" button.
Sadly, I have sons. No daughters and we're still a few years from daughters-in-law or granddaughters. But there is hope!! There is always hope!
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Abbie
Nice to see you here too !
isn`t it a great idea that Abbie came up with !
yes , get in the hunting mode to find that jar ! i would love to see what kinds you have !
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Rainy days always made me run for my grandmothers button box. Rain seems to bring out the button floozy in all of us! I hope you find your jar of buttons. it would be fun rediscovering them all over again. If you find it you must share pictures here!