Buttons have a special place in my world.
My mother was a milliner and a great sewer too, so any garment needed just the right button.
She had the best button box. Sometimes we were allowed to play with it. It was a heavy wooden box housed down in the tall, hall cupboard.
To me it was magic. Brass, leather, fabric, shell and even handmade ones. You could sort by colour, style or just count.
One day she had a clean out and it went to the dump. She regretted it for the rest of her life.
When I got married I decided to make one. Mine was a rectangular handcrafted and larger than her square one.
It brings me a lot of pleasure to rummage through to find a suitable adornment or fastener for something I’m making.
In my own handknit business I made matching buttons and baked them in the oven. A kitchen has many uses when you are a maker.
