Buttons

It's funny how something so small, so utilitarian, so simple, can capture our interest isn't it? I remember when I was little, my grandmother Halstead had button boxes. She sewed clothes for all of us grandkids and never wasted anything. So of course, when an item of clothing was worn beyond use, she saved the buttons. I remember rainy days spent sorting through her boxes of buttons. Cigar boxes, though grandpa didn't smoke cigars. I was fascinated with the colors and textures and shapes. It seemed that every time I went through those boxes I would notice something I hadn't noticed before. Buttons remind me of grandma.
Last summer as I was garage and estate sailing, I came across a wonderful sale. It was the estate of an old lady who had died and her children had opened up the house. It was such a great sale I went back the next day, amazingly enough, I found a lot of things I hadn't seen the day before, including an ice cream barrel full of buttons. For $1. I could not believe I had missed it before and snatched it up. When I came home, my girls dumped it out and sorted the buttons. (click to enlarge)
There were silver ones...

gold and tortoise and rhinestone...

vibrant pinks, yellows and greens....

Beautiful blues.....

And, from my own grandmothers button boxes, (I got these when she died), beautiful cream, white and mother-of pearl.

I am posting this as part of Leesiebella's button challenge over at SugarSugar. Stop over and check it out. She has lots of beautiful buttons herself and a long list of lovely bloggers who are sharing their little treasure troves of buttons too!