BUTTON BUTTONS, I'VE GOT THE BUTTONS!

Oh, boy, did I score when Mama, Meggie, and I went to the Goodwill the other day. We pulled into the parking lot, and one of Mom's friends was standing a car or two away. They said hello, and stood chatting, and Mom's friend told us she'd just come from the Goodwill herself.

"You know," she said, "There's a gallon jar of buttons on the top shelf in the craft aisle. I almost bought it, but it was twenty dollars."

Twenty dollars. Whew. That's a lot to shell out for a jar of buttons. Mama and I discussed it as we were walking into the store. I was suddenly struck by something.

"Mom, think about it," I said. "We'll spend twenty-five cents to get a shirt we can cut the buttons off of it. Imagine how many shirts we'd have to buy to fill a gallon jar!"

That was almost enough to settle it even before we saw the jar itself. It didn't take long to decided I needed that jug of buttons. We practically had a party, the three of us, going through it back at Mama's. I poured the buttons into a 9X13" baking pan, and six hands pawed, and three mouths "aahhhh"ed.

This is most, but not all, of the buttons:

Two close-ups of some of the buttons:


The first card of buttons I pulled out had six of these on it:

We, as in my dear husband and I, will be leaving tomorrow, driving to Arizona. I plan on sorting buttons while he drives, and can hardly wait to get started!
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