... I am addicted to... BUTTONS!
Yes, I admit it, in front of God and everyone on the world wide webbyola. I am addicted to buttons. Not just any ol' button mind you, but vintage, special, beautiful buttons. Buttons that make me gasp. Buttons that make me wonder what kind of person originally used them. What type of garment were they on? Some of them are so intricate and lovely, I wonder if the woman wearing them counted them as jewelry. Maybe if she wasn't able to afford real jewelry, but could save up and splurge on these beautiful buttons to somehow take the place of the expensive stuff.
So while most may think it's a crazy obsession, I personally consider it a link to the past. A beautiful, fascinating tangible remnant of the women before me - who may have had the same addiction as me!
Yes, I admit it, in front of God and everyone on the world wide webbyola. I am addicted to buttons. Not just any ol' button mind you, but vintage, special, beautiful buttons. Buttons that make me gasp. Buttons that make me wonder what kind of person originally used them. What type of garment were they on? Some of them are so intricate and lovely, I wonder if the woman wearing them counted them as jewelry. Maybe if she wasn't able to afford real jewelry, but could save up and splurge on these beautiful buttons to somehow take the place of the expensive stuff.
So while most may think it's a crazy obsession, I personally consider it a link to the past. A beautiful, fascinating tangible remnant of the women before me - who may have had the same addiction as me!
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