them out on a bed and pour through them. matching them up. collecting all the elaborate ones. putting aside the boring black and white ones. she could tell me, oftentimes, where the unusual buttons came from. if our seamstress was making something for us, there might be a call to reuse some these treasures. there were buttons from her dresses, or sweaters but there were also buttons from her mother’s dresses.
i have three buttons that came from that bag that have never been sewn onto anything. they are exquisite. i never feel that i have just the right thing for these to go on. but one day i will create 