B is for . . .

a box


full of buttons




When I was a child, this box was my grandmother's. Every time we visited, I would play with the buttons--I loved to sort through them and organize them. I have not idea how old they are (at least 50 years, I think!), but they're heavy and detailed. My grandmother was a wonderful semstress; a lot of these buttons look like they're thrifted and show some wear. But I love them, and, when my grandmother passed away, I got the button box.

The last photo is of my favorite buttons; I'm looking for the perfect project to use them on. There are nine of them, although one is in rather bad shape, but enough for a cardigan!