I turned thirty last month and my aunt/godmother sent me this:
A huge bag of buttons! Happy Birthday to me!
Here's the story of how these buttons came to be mine:
My aunt is a recently retired elementary school teacher (grade three I believe) in a small town on the east coast of Newfoundland. While talking to my mom one day, the subject of me and buttons came up and my aunt remembered this bag of buttons that had been at the school for as long as she could remember. Not sure if the buttons would still be there, she stopped by the school and lucky for me, they were there.
The buttons had been used over the years as a teaching tool for whatever the teacher could think of that needed buttons. Learning to count is the first thing that comes to mind. Since the buttons had been there so long, no one minded that they went home with my aunt. (at least, I assume no one minded or noticed). Now this big ziploc bag of buttons is all mine! No idea what I'll do with them. Some are fantastic, some have matches, others are just buttons that will come in handy for something someday.
Who knew a bag of old buttons could make a girl so happy?
So far, the buttons have been used to make the eyes of Clem, the sock thing:
I'm sure I'll find other uses for them.
Posted byHello Pineapples! on Friday, February 29, 2008