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My grandmother collected buttons in a red and yellow tin. As a girl, I played with those buttons for hours and hours and hours. I sorted them by size, by shape, and by colour. I named them. I made them into families. I knew which ones were friends and which ones didn’t like each other. When she left us it was the only thing that I wanted—the button tin.

When I am sad or stressed, I dump those buttons onto my desk. Just like I did when I was a little girl. I put her records on and I sort and sort and sort until all of my troubles are far away.

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8 thoughts on “The Button Tin”

  1. That is both heartbreaking and yet warm and beautiful. I too used to play with buttons. My mother had a tin which turned into a sewing box full of buttons… I hope my little sisters don’t scatter them because I always thought of it as my collection. I love organizing them myself. I love your blog and I had you bookmarked for a long time but for some never never made it an official follow on blogger. I did today 🙂 Thank you for sharing.

  2. That is both heartbreaking and yet warm and beautiful. I too used to play with buttons. My mother had a tin which turned into a sewing box full of buttons… I hope my little sisters don’t scatter them because I always thought of it as my collection. I love organizing them myself. I love your blog and I had you bookmarked for a long time but for some never never made it an official follow on blogger. I did today 🙂 Thank you for sharing.
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  3. Your Grandmother’s buttons are beautiful… I too have my Grandmother’s buttons. This is such a lovely and heartwarming post. xoxo

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