tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5684277511053973833.post5726371498970459010..comments2023-11-26T17:19:22.499+00:00Comments on RAMBLES FROM MY CHAIR: The Button BoxScriptor Senexhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17795521284516432520noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5684277511053973833.post-63468613794025442982009-02-22T04:51:00.000+00:002009-02-22T04:51:00.000+00:00Ah yes. The button tin. I recognise and remember...Ah yes. The button tin. I recognise and remember some of the buttons and clasps. Memories. Why do we find buttons so interesting? I inherited one from somewhere though I know not where so it had no sentimental value but it was, nevertheless quite interesting. Given that spare buttons are almost never needed these days it's not a practical thing that's for sure.Graham Edwardshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11196744947133121475noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5684277511053973833.post-85819846811426548702009-02-21T17:05:00.000+00:002009-02-21T17:05:00.000+00:00I have a tin of buttons too; inherited from my mum...I have a tin of buttons too; inherited from my mum. I love it!CGhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13773161375865716360noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5684277511053973833.post-14369604977130295572009-02-21T16:51:00.000+00:002009-02-21T16:51:00.000+00:00I hadn't thought about the button tin for years. M...I hadn't thought about the button tin for years. My mother sewed a lot and had a large tin of buttons as well. As a kid I too loved to look at them and just run my fingers through them. It was like sorting through beautiful jewels. This post brings a nice feeling to start my day. Thanks.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5684277511053973833.post-15424719821679798602009-02-21T14:12:00.000+00:002009-02-21T14:12:00.000+00:00We had a button tin in our house as well. What is...We had a button tin in our house as well. What is it about a box of old buttons that can keep a kid busy for hours? Just sifting through them. Okay, actually, I could spend almost as long today. <BR/>The button tin still exists in my mother's cedar chest, and I'm hoping that I get first dibs on it when that day comes. :)shabby girlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03991126161405336712noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5684277511053973833.post-23457865339113709702009-02-21T12:57:00.000+00:002009-02-21T12:57:00.000+00:00What memories. One of my first memories is of sit...What memories. One of my first memories is of sitting on my granny's knee and with a very large bodkin, sewing buttons from her button box, onto her cardigan - she would have been wearing it at the time too! I must have been about 3 or 4 years old.Thank you John - I do so love your Rambles.Spesh 1https://www.blogger.com/profile/07044378302911602273noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5684277511053973833.post-59010342127696562812009-02-21T10:34:00.000+00:002009-02-21T10:34:00.000+00:00I love your tin of buttons. It takes me back to my...I love your tin of buttons. It takes me back to my Nana's house 60 years ago when I wouold spend hour sifting through her button box. Lovely memories, MargaretMargaret's Ramblingshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11736694208684946814noreply@blogger.com