My Nana’s button basket is old, creaks when you open it and is full of buttons. Big, tiny, dull, coloured, round, star shaped, flower shaped, long, two holes, four holes, fabric covered and even sparkly ones swarm together, mixed up and magical.
I love the oldness of the basket. They don’t make baskets like it these days. The old clasp that clicks when I fold it over is beautiful and the size is small but perfect. Just the right size for buttons. I love the sound of the buttons as I swish my hands through them, picking out one, then another, never finding two or more that match! I use them, not for clothing, but for adding to cards that I sometimes make. It’s great to find something useful for all these odd buttons.
The sound and feeling of running my hands through the buttons brings a sense of calm. It connects me to my Nana, now departed, who taught me to sew my first button and who helped me sew my own wedding dress.
The fact that hardly any of the buttons match and each one is different reminds me of the colour and variety of people I meet in this life. I’m glad for my friends and how each one of them is different, and no matter how much I search I’ll never find one the same as another. Isn’t that great!
” Rejoice always, pray continually, give thanks in all circumstances; for this is God’s will for you in Christ Jesus.” 1Thessolonians 5:16-18