Spare has many connotations: it can mean one too many, or sparse, or even to release something from harm. I’m looking forward to seeing your interpretations! Bonus points to those who tell the story behind their “spare” inspiration.
Anyone in need of some buttons? As you can see I have some spare white buttons and a few black and brown to share.
My mother and six her sisters grew up during the Depression and learned to save everything. Thankfully she no longer saved the aluminum foil by the time I came along. Although I love recycling and reusing, reusing aluminum foil never interested me. Buttons on the other hand – there is something about them that I just love. Above is a collection of different size white buttons and one sections of black and brown. When Mom died there were several button tins in her cabinets. It was difficult for me to release them to others because there were such loving memories held within each tin and button. Some of the buttons in the photo were from my mother’s tins and others were purchased prior to Mom’s death at second hand or antique stores because I started my own button tin.
As a child I loved rummaging through her button tins. It was a treasure chest of interesting items to a young child. It went beyond the many sizes and colors of buttons – hidden within were bobby pins, clasp from a garter belt, trinkets from the penny bubble gum machine, walnut pick, tie clips, Monopoly pieces, nails, miniature dolls, dice, checkers, and many other interesting items to interest a small child. Some of the items hidden within were left over from my grandmother. Those tins would keep my interest as I remembered which coat or shirt they came from. She had one very large button that fit in my palm. It was from a coat with large pockets. When Mom went grocery shopping she would put items such as Kool Aid packets and other small items in those pockets. Mom didn’t intentionally steal – it was more an innocent overlook. The look on her face when she reached into her pocket a day or two later still makes me laugh. She was embarrassed to think she had stolen the items.
Today I still have one of her button tins The white buttons were sorted and divided by sizes in preparation of an upcoming creative endeavor. They will become part of a painting and/or piece of jewelry. Once created I will share.
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Do you have a collection from one of your parents or family members? What makes you want to hold on – memories, usage, love of the items? Mine is a mix of memories, love and visions of creating.
Love and Light!