A while ago I acquired a big box of buttons, thousands of assorted, miscellaneous, interesting buttons. It’s hard to get a good button collection – it takes decades to build one yourself, and this one just fell in my lap. I gleefully carried it off home, and spent the next few weeks carefully sorting it by colour:
The sorting was boring and addictive at the same time. It was hard to stop, even when I was bored out of my mind, because another button would catch my eye – just this shiny one, just another handful of those little orange buttons, was that a blue one? Even towards the end when all the bright colours were gone and I was left sorting brown, black, grey and more brown, it was hard to stop.
I’ve got a Plan for my lovely new buttons. I’m going to get an op-shop jacket and decorate it with buttons. My brown, black and white buttons are going to colour in an appliqued and embroidered tabby cat on the back, and the brighter colours will trim the hem, collar, sleeves and pockets. It will be awesome. It will probably also be quite impractical, but I don’t care. My buttons deserve to be celebrated.