Buttons

I love buttons.

I mean it. I have an undying love of buttons.

I blame the Ma. When I was young, to keep me safe and occupied while she was busy sewing up matching Easter dresses or putting the finishing touches on a Rainbow Bright costume, Ma would give me the jar of buttons. This wasn't your typical mason jar. This jar was at least twice as big around and nearly half again as tall, with a big, wide opening. The jar was so large my tiny hands could barely hold it.

I would play with the buttons for what seemed like hours (I'm sure it was only minutes, maybe ten or so). I would dump them out, sift them through my fingers, pick out my favorite colors or shapes or sizes.

Now I can't get over my love of buttons. It's been a constant thing. In elementary school I still toted that jar of buttons around the house to play with. In middle school, I had a friend suggest I make a button collage of my celebrity crush (I refuse to admit asking her what a celebrity crush was). In high school, when we hit up the local thrift stores on 50% of day, I would check out the clothes for their buttons, not for their potential as part of my wardrobe.

Just in the past few days I've discovered something glorious. There's a whole world out there of button jewelry. They even make button jewelry craft books.

Look at how adorable these are (my favorite is the wood one). And this. And I love the ones here. And these just make me happy on the inside (why have they sold already!).

The possibilities are endless and I'm completely in love.