In those days, every household had a button tin. A metal box, usually from candy or cookies, that held all the spare buttons. This was my mother’s and when I inherited it, it has so so many of old pearl shirt buttons. Nothing went to waste and if a shirt had totally worn out, it became a rag and the buttons went into the tin. I think every child of my generation also grew up playing with and sorting buttons, I recall doing this as I sat on the floor while my Nana ironed near me. A good way to keep a chatty child quiet.
I can relate to all of your journaling. Having gone through the Depression years, my mother tried to never waste anything! Our metal box was one that a fruit cake had come in. I, too, inherited my mother's button box which my youngest daughter asked if she could have.
Yep, I remember one of those. It wasn't my mother's, she didn't sew at all. It was her father's, my grandfather. He was a tailor. So not only did I get to play with shirt buttons, I had some pretty awesome huge coat buttons as well and my uncles military buttons and pins. In fact, I acquired said button box and found my grandfather's tailor thimble in it, the beginning of my thimble collection.
stunning page design, love the muted colors and your treatment - and -yes, i still know that and i loved these boxes with all their beautiful treasures
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