I needed to find a button to sew onto a cardigan that had lost one today and I was sure that if there had been a spare one when I bought the cardigan, then it would be in my button box. So I tipped all the buttons onto the floor and got down to look through the buttons and fasteners but I couldn't find one.
Now my button box has built up over the last forty odd years, especially from when my daughters were very small and also when I had my own dressmaking business. Looking through the buttons today, I found that I could remember nearly all the outfits that I had made for the girls and myself just by looking at the buttons as I always put the spares in the button box. It's also quite amazing just how much simple things like buttons change with time.
I well remember wet afternoons as a child when my sister and I would ask Mum for the button box to sort through. We thought it was full of 'treasures' and it would stop us squabbling for an afternoon if we couldn't go out to play. There were allsorts in there, real glass buttons, pearly ones and I can even remember some little wooden ones which were in the shape of a dutch girl's head and they were painted so that she had a royal blue hat and yellow hair. We used to see who could get the most 'sets' of buttons and to do this, we used to close our eyes and choose six buttons. Then we had to see if we could find more of the same and the winner was the one with the most buttons in each set.
Mum didn't mind because it kept us quiet for a couple of hours!
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