By the time my mother was 30, she had amassed at least 20 cans of buttons. Here I am, in my… ummm… nevermind my age, just suffice it to say that I have absolutely NO BUTTONS. NONE. What the hell have I done with my life up to this point?
By the time my mother was 30, she had amassed at least 20 cans of buttons. Here I am, in my… ummm… nevermind my age, just suffice it to say that I have absolutely NO BUTTONS. NONE. What the hell have I done with my life up to this point?
Musings from a Tangled Mind 
Not buttons so much, but they make GREAT containers for Christmas lights and fuses and random loose nuts and bolts and nails and little electronic bits and computer cables and…
Not that I could find one of those precious treasures in under a month even if you put a gun to my head. But they’re there!
I’m sure that at least one of them has “sewing stuff” marked on the lid in heavy-duty Sharpie. Of course, that container actually contains crayons or miscellaneous Legos or mismatched jigsaw
puzzle pieces…