There is something so tender about old buttons. I like to think of fingers stitching them on garments,slipping them through buttonholes. They are nearly universal, so humble, often beautiful, efficient, delicious to look at and touch. Like so many others I love buttons. I treasure memories of sifting through my grandmother's button tin. I am glad I have some of her buttons to this day.
Buttons are sweet bits of the past that fit in the palm of your hand.
Thursday, April 10, 2008
a few of my buttons
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1 comment:
oh my gosh ... i love buttons ... and i think that is the most beautiful button picture EVER..... hooray for that ....
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