I love buttons. I don’t know why, but I’ve been fascinated by buttons ever since I was a little kid. I loved to dig around in my Mom’s and both of my grandmother’s sewing boxes. I thought they were so beautiful and I could spend hours sorting and organizing by color. And I loved that sewing machine smell that always accompanied opening their sewing boxes.
When I was around the age of 11 or 12, my great grandfather on my mother’s side passed away. When the family was there sorting through my great grandparents things somebody handed me a round tin can that was full of buttons that were my Great Grandmother’s. I was one year old when she passed away, so I do not remember her, but I love hearing all of the different family stories about her. She was quite a little spit fire I am told. When those buttons were handed to me, I felt like I had been handed a pot of gold. I have held onto every single one of those buttons through the years. To me they are a bit of an heirloom. I treasure them because they were my Great Grandmother’s. She collected every single one of them off of worn out clothes, and placed them in that little tin can for safe keeping in case they were needed in the future. Today, they are displayed inside a clear glass vase in my home. Every time I look at those buttons I am reminded of her and all the wonderful stories I’ve been told of her. She loved beads and made beautiful beaded jewelry. I believe my love of beads and beading came from her even though I was too young to know her. And when I touch the buttons that were once hers and are now mine, I feel connected to the past.