Button, Button, Who's Got the Button?

Remember that? That old children’s game could provide endless hours of giggles.

I love buttons. Maybe that’s because I was raised by a dressmaker, who was raised by a dressmaker... Some of my earliest memories are playing in my Mom’s button jar. 

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I fondly remember sitting Indian-style on our harvest gold shag rug (it was the 70's after all)! If I was being really good, Mom would let me spill a big jar full of buttons on the floor of her sewing room and I would spend hours carefully choosing my favorite ones. Putting them in lovely shimmering piles of all shapes, colors, and sizes could entertain me for an entire afternoon. 


When I got a little older, I used buttons for eyes in puppets, the center of daisies, and decorated frames and Christmas ornaments. When I had a craft project that needed a little more pizzazz, I would excitedly reach for Mom's button jar! 


Not much has changed today, as I still find myself reaching into Mom's button jar to add a little flair to my art projects.  

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If I close my eyes long enough, I can almost hear the crescendo and decrescendo of Mom's sewing machine and the music playing in the background on her black weathered transistor radio as she softly hummed along. In an instant I am transported to simpler times. For sure.

 

Will you indulge me for just a moment with some button eye-candy!?

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 Love this precious little button dress. I call it The Dressmaker's Daughter.

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Sweet button bouquet.

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I'm always a sucker for letter graphics. Throw in some buttons and the result is oh so cute!

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The uses in jewelry making are limitless!

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Who can resist holiday crafting with buttons?! Not I.  

Next month marks the 9th anniversary of the passing of my sweet momma. After she passed away, the thing I treasured most were not her jewels, nor the prized and rare pieces of Lladro, and not the "valuable" antiques. The thing I still look at every day is her vast collection of buttons. Not valuable to anyone else but me. 

This post was written to honor my lovely, little (4 foot 9 inches) dressmaker momma. She still inspires me.

Every. Single. Day. 

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Button, button, who's got the button? Thankfully, I do.  

Happy Day! xoxo Rena