I have a bit of an obsession with buttons. I have a mason jar full of miscellaneous buttons from my mother and a variety of other sources; for example, I can’t let a shirt go in the rag bin without cutting off and keeping all of its buttons. I might need them! Also, they’re little, they don’t take up much space! Also, because nostalgia.
When I was a kid, Mom had a tin full of loose buttons. Sometimes she’d let me pour them out and play with them, and it was so awesome! There were all kind of buttons; glass, plastic, shell, metal, some of them even had rhinestones in them. I loved the feel of them pouring through my fingers, and the sound they made clinking back into their tin. I *still* love those things, and it’s part of why I keep my own jar of buttons.
Yesterday, I completed a new pair of pants for myself. I drafted the pattern, and took my time fitting it so that they were perfect. The fabric is wonderfully loud, and I have plans and fabric for a beautiful yellow blouse to go with them. One thing I failed to do, though, was to get a button for the fly front! I remembered to acquire a zipper, but completely forgot a button. Boo!
I immediately reached for my trouser hooks. My trouser hooks happen to live in another mason jar, next to my buttons, and while reaching for them, I figured I might as well go through the buttons to see if I had anything suitable. It was unlikely; the pants are navy blue and white in a very large print, and I didn’t think a metal button would go well.
As I poured buttons out onto my work table, a blue flash caught my eye! And lo! I have four buttons, each white with a blue triangle on them. Utterly perfect for the print on these pants. And it’s even the right blue. I apologize for the terrible picture, but I wanted to show the button clearly without prematurely showing off the pants.