The greatest poem ever known
Is one all poets have outgrown:
The poetry, innate, untold,
Of being only four years old.
/Christopher Morley, To a Child
As I sat silently sewing green buttons to a knitted sweater my mom went into her sewing room several times. She came back with bags and boxes. She filled the table with her ever growing button collection. She emptied a plastic bag that she thrifted for next to nothing this summer. It was filled with brown, black and metal buttons. They spread on the decoupaged tray. Mom was in a mood for sorting. For a while even my dad was there, looking through, picking up and putting down. I took out my camera, what else?
Buttons fascinate because there are so many variates on one theme. They come in different sizes, materials and colors. I think we like them because a jar of buttons is intertwined with our childhood collector. Like tiny treasures they can be sorted in a thousand different ways. You can play games with them, trade them, display them in glass jars on a shelf or use them in practically any craft project! Any project you ever do could be better if you add a button. Sew it to fabric, glue it to wood.
I had to play some with the buttons too. I lined up a couple by color. A yellow set. A purple one. My favorite buttons are the more heavy glass buttons. Transparent and shimmering. I even created little button bracelets but I’ll post my photos of those tomorrow.