When I was a little girl, this big jar of buttons sat on a tiny table in the hallway of my grandmother's house in Houston. I loved it when she would carry it to the living room for me and dump them out on the rug. Back then, my two favorite buttons were these tiny red ones. Now I can't decide. I can't recall who started the button jar, probably my great-grandmother... but I'm not sure which one. Maybe my brother remembers. (He remembers everything!)
Yesterday, I emptied the button jar so I could wash it. I had a heck of a time getting them all back in there. It took me three tries. I put a few in... shook the jar... added a few more... shook the jar... you get the picture... until they all fit.
After I finished taking pictures, I couldn't seem to find the lens cap for my camera. I searched everywhere and finally found it. Can you guess where? Look carefully and you will see it... amidst the buttons.
Now, I get to dump them out again.
But that's okay.
I love the buttons!
Linked to Rednesday at It's a Very Cherry World