Hello, fellow floozies

And thanks, Abbie, for inviting me to join in. I’ve always been one to collect and sort things (I use to arrange my M&Ms into rows by color before I ate them) but I became fascinated with buttons when I was about 8 or 9, after reading a book in which the main character had a button box. I began keeping an eye out for wayward buttons and started a button collection of my own.
My collection now is not a fancy one. It’s made up of buttons I’ve inherited from my grandmother and great-aunt, extras that come with sweaters and shirts, leftovers from projects, ones bought for no particular reason, and those found here and there.

My favorite buttons right now are these:
Recently my two children and I were in an art store and found big tubs of buttons hand carved in Nepal. I offered to buy one for each of us. My son chose the black and white one, my daughter chose the one that has a flower or leaves on it, and I chose the one with the dots because the sun had finally come out after many gloomy days and this button looked cheerful to me. Then my daughter bought the heart-shaped one for me. My two buttons sit on the shelf over my sewing table—I’m not yet ready to add them to the general collection.