Buttons, buttons

I've just realized I've been on a button-kick since I was a kid. My grandmother had a cookie tin filled with vintage buttons. Her mother, my great-grandmother Calise, worked in a factory in nyc sewing men's outerwear during the years of the depression, so she passed on all the extras to my grandma and she saved them all. I used to love running my fingers through them. I'd sit and "stir" them and it was so soothing to me. Funny, how after all these years, I've never really acquired a proper button collection for myself. Duh.

So, recently I went on a bit of a spree over on ebay and bought several lots of vintage buttons. The snapshot above is a small fraction of my new cuties.

I like to get to know each and every one. I lay them out on several pretty dishes and then I wash them in warm, sudsy, water.

When they are sparkling clean, I inspect them again.

Lastly, I separate them by color and store them in plastic bags.

I have several crafty plans for them:

frames,

hair clips,

rings,

pins,

ornaments,

and more ornaments...I love this one! (Can you tell I'm already thinking

about the upcoming ornament swap?!)

So many buttons!

Simple and lovely.

Endless

possiblities.