When I was little I remember the button box. It was an old cigar box
that held my grandma's precious buttons. She cut them off of clothing
that was too worn and ragged to wear, and when money allowed, she would
buy herself some beautiful buttons from Woolworth's to put into the
lucky recipient's clothing. I don't know why it happened, but when she
died, I was given the button box. I know that I didn't take the box
with me when I grew up. I don't know where the box is, but I still have
the buttons. With all the moves, they have traveled with me from one
part of the country to another. It is only recently that I have started
to use these wonderful vintage buttons in what I do. As a young bride,
I followed in my grandmother's footsteps and clipped buttons off of old
shirts and dresses. I also picked them up at garage sales and thrift
stores. Now, these buttons don't have the class of the ones she had,
but they still have their stories. I don't know the stories, but I
remember the ones my grandmother would tenderly hold in her hands. "I
cut this one from your baby dress. You were baptized in that dress."
"I cut these buttons from your mother's dress. She really loved that
dress." Those were just some of the stories and memories. I don't
remember them all, but I do remember that box. I wish I had it now.
2 comments:
I must have 20 pounds of buttons from my mom, grandmother, and mother-in-law. I also cut the buttons off of clothing before I throw them away. Your bracelet is beautiful and I hope it contains many memories! Great post!
Mary, thank you! I love buttons!
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