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| Some of my favorite buttons |
It's the time of year when we set our clocks back one hour. What to do with that "extra" hour? I decided to sew on a few buttons that needed replacing. I'd put that off as long as I could. Procrastination--a word for another day. This was an easy task except when it came to my blazer. There were no extra buttons on it. That prompted me to look through my button jar to find one that might match. Do you have a button jar or a button tin? I have one full of the buttons that my family saved over the years. It contains buttons saved by my Mom's family and those saved by my Dad's family. My Grandparents raised their families during the Depression so buttons, like many other items, were saved and repurposed.
In looking for a replacement button, I found buttons that sparked childhood memories. A few buttons leftover from a jacket that had been made for me when I was about 5 or 6. Buttons from the dresses that Mom and Aunt Bobbie wore to a wedding. At one time, I had a button from Daddy's old brown corduroy coat. I didn't see it this time. Hopefully, it's not lost. and I've just overlooked it.
It is interesting how different things spark a memory--songs, flowers, scents, textures, fabrics, and buttons.
