Ack! Your beautiful and creative photos have made my regrets about donating a similar stash of buttons soar!! I loved the photo with threads pulling up like shoots out of frame and the buttons seeming to me like the earth 🩷
I have tins of buttons. Some inherited from previous generations, some purchased from antique stores in an insatiable quest for mother of pearl. It was worth it to buy a tin of miscellaneous buttons on the change that some (or many!) would turn out to be something other than plastic.
My favorite button story though is from a summer decades ago when I was on an archaeological dig on the west coast of Peru. I was heading for a rock, preparing to sit down for a break, and I tripped over something in the sand. When I scuffed away the top layer with my boot toe, it turned out to be -- a button! A button made of tightly rolled wool cloth stitched to a scrap of the same cloth. Why is this exciting? Because to the best of current knowledge, buttons and buttonholes did not exist in that area before Europeans arrived. But the cloth was not a European product. Merging of technologies! Cool!
I love this. I have my grandmother's old button tin and remember playing with them for hours as a child. In her teenage years, my daughter made jewelry out of the antique buttons. There is something so comforting in old buttons.
Ack! Your beautiful and creative photos have made my regrets about donating a similar stash of buttons soar!! I loved the photo with threads pulling up like shoots out of frame and the buttons seeming to me like the earth 🩷
I have tins of buttons. Some inherited from previous generations, some purchased from antique stores in an insatiable quest for mother of pearl. It was worth it to buy a tin of miscellaneous buttons on the change that some (or many!) would turn out to be something other than plastic.
My favorite button story though is from a summer decades ago when I was on an archaeological dig on the west coast of Peru. I was heading for a rock, preparing to sit down for a break, and I tripped over something in the sand. When I scuffed away the top layer with my boot toe, it turned out to be -- a button! A button made of tightly rolled wool cloth stitched to a scrap of the same cloth. Why is this exciting? Because to the best of current knowledge, buttons and buttonholes did not exist in that area before Europeans arrived. But the cloth was not a European product. Merging of technologies! Cool!
Love that. Hidden gems. So cool. What do you do with them?
I love this. I have my grandmother's old button tin and remember playing with them for hours as a child. In her teenage years, my daughter made jewelry out of the antique buttons. There is something so comforting in old buttons.