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| 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. |
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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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