As little girls my sister and I would spend many hours playing with my Grandma's medley of unique buttons. They absolutely fascinated us. As we held them in our hands she would tell us of the adventure each had taken before ending up in the Button Jar. There were discarded buttons from Sunday Bests to military buttons unstitched from uniforms my uncles had worn in the war. There were glass buttons, brass buttons, lace buttons and buttons in the guise of roses and angels. My button jar was rarely used. My daughters don't have button jars--it is passe. But memories still abound in the Button Jar that belonged to Grandma.
Heartland scribble
nbk paper and art therapy doily
APP Family newspaper
Emeto butterfly
Scholarly newspaper
KP frame and stitching