Where Buttons End Up

Jazzy1

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When I was a child I have the best memories of playing in my grandmas button tin. She kept them in an old Christmas cookie tin she’d gotten. I remember they way they felt and sounded when you plunged your hand in.
 
I've got a stack of old biscuit tins in my shed, keeping all very small stuff together.
One tin for electrical bits and bobs, another for rubber washers and plastics, another for pencils and marking pens etc. but I keep my Gran's old tin in the house with buttons, needles and threads, doesn't everyone. 😊
 
We had his, his mother’s, my mother’s and mine. Now it’s down to two. His is a memento of his mother. It’s just an old, brown bottle that a vitamin sauce came in. Mine is just a metal box and I add to it if I remove unique buttons from something.
 
I finally organized mine into a segmented plastic craft box with two layers. I have the reds together, the blues, etc. Not as much fun as the old tin one, but easier to find something.

In Victorian times, it was popular among little girls to have a "button string". They'd collect buttons from relatives and friends and braid them into strings. There was quite a competition to see who would have the longer string.

That reminds me of the chains made of folded chewing gum wrappers we'd make when I was in junior high. The longer, the better.
 


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