Picture of the Day # 6
My Inheritance
I have inherited sewing things from each of my Grandmothers and my Mom. The round can is my Mom's button can and I put the buttons from her Mother in there. The smaller can and the dish of safety pins is from my Dad's Mom. I remember looking through the buttons as a kid, and you know I still do once in a while.
"Life is like a can of buttons...you never know what you're gonna get."
It's kinda sad in a way. Like a button graveyard. Old disguarded buttons. Some never used, some cut out of garments only to be piled up here. What if buttons could talk, what would they say? Where have they been? Who have they met?