We had a box of old buttons that has gradually grown over the last hundred years as it has been passed from my grandmother down to Jo. I have always loved playing with them. The box is now used for something else and the buttons are contained in a Fortnum and Masons biscuit tin - a reminder of my nephew Andrew and a Christmas hamper he sent us one year.

Jo uses them in her therapy sessions as well. I think we usually forget its original purpose as a sewing aid!


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, Margaret
ReplyDeleteWhat 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.
ReplyDeleteWe 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.
ReplyDeleteThe 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. :)
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.
ReplyDeleteI have a tin of buttons too; inherited from my mum. I love it!
ReplyDeleteAh 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.
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