All buttons except the wooden one in the upper photo are from my grandmother's button box. She wasn't an especially show-offy woman, thus most of the specimens are simple and utilitarian.
Oh the buttons, buttons, buttons. My son, Bean, became the youngest member of the Eagle Point Button Club (when he was only three), because he burst into a little sing-song of joy over the button collection at the museum. The lady there directed us to the Button club, which meets at a Nursing Home, and is attended by some of the most grandmotherly, gorgeous women in the world. They doted on him the few times we went. Oh, it was fun.
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Oh the buttons, buttons, buttons. My son, Bean, became the youngest member of the Eagle Point Button Club (when he was only three), because he burst into a little sing-song of joy over the button collection at the museum. The lady there directed us to the Button club, which meets at a Nursing Home, and is attended by some of the most grandmotherly, gorgeous women in the world. They doted on him the few times we went. Oh, it was fun.
when I saw the pic, I wondered if that was your grandma's button box.
I have jars of buttons (huge, glass jars, so can see through them). If you need a button, it is truly a pleasure to dump a jar and dig.
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