Choosing a button for the bag was the best bit. It's a long time since I rummaged through my button box and held hands with the ghosts of previous owners and makers. In there are buttons from my Nana, buttons that my Mum wore on frocks in the fifties and all manner of others, large and small with their own silent stories.
Thursday, 21 July 2011
Make do and mend
Choosing a button for the bag was the best bit. It's a long time since I rummaged through my button box and held hands with the ghosts of previous owners and makers. In there are buttons from my Nana, buttons that my Mum wore on frocks in the fifties and all manner of others, large and small with their own silent stories.
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