Today as I cleaned the spare bedroom and dusted the old thread spool cabinet temporarily stored there, I took the old tin button box from the top of the cabinet, I dropped it and, of course, the top popped off and buttons went everywhere. Immediately, I was transported back to my mom's bedroom, where as a child I would play with the button box for hours.
My mom had her sewing machine set up in one corner of their tiny bedroom, where she would make my dresses and mend our clothes. She had a button box that had been around since she was very young. It was actually a tin for Dates. Over the years buttons were saved from old clothes that had seen better days and tucked away in the button box.
My treasured button boxes are now put up out of reach of little hands. I can remember laying across mom and dad's bed, picking out buttons that matched. Finding the smallest buttons or picking out all of the really big buttons. Football shaped buttons. Buttons with a jewel stone, shining like a diamond. Every button you can imagine. As I sorted and searched, my momma was busy putting a gathered skirt or pinafore on a new dress for me.
Not only were there buttons galore, but there were trinkets like toy horse collars, little lambs, a tiny die, zipper pulls, false teeth? From a penny gum ball machine. A sea shell.
Probably the one item that bought all the memories back was the silver medal with the name Sharon engraved with squiggly lines and a pound sign below....not to be confused with a hash tag.
I love the memories of the button box. I am thinking it is time to introduce my grandchildren to the joys of running your fingers through the buttons to see what turns up.
My mom had her sewing machine set up in one corner of their tiny bedroom, where she would make my dresses and mend our clothes. She had a button box that had been around since she was very young. It was actually a tin for Dates. Over the years buttons were saved from old clothes that had seen better days and tucked away in the button box.
My treasured button boxes are now put up out of reach of little hands. I can remember laying across mom and dad's bed, picking out buttons that matched. Finding the smallest buttons or picking out all of the really big buttons. Football shaped buttons. Buttons with a jewel stone, shining like a diamond. Every button you can imagine. As I sorted and searched, my momma was busy putting a gathered skirt or pinafore on a new dress for me.
Not only were there buttons galore, but there were trinkets like toy horse collars, little lambs, a tiny die, zipper pulls, false teeth? From a penny gum ball machine. A sea shell.
Probably the one item that bought all the memories back was the silver medal with the name Sharon engraved with squiggly lines and a pound sign below....not to be confused with a hash tag.
I love the memories of the button box. I am thinking it is time to introduce my grandchildren to the joys of running your fingers through the buttons to see what turns up.
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