When I was around 7 years old, my great grandmother gave me a jar full of old buttons. I remember dumping them out on the floor and sorting them by sizes, shapes, and colors. Some of my favorites were a couple of smaller black buttons with rhinestone centers. I guess I was drawn to the shimmer. Or perhaps I imagined them to be diamonds. I know I always wondered about the outfits they came from, and the women who had worn them.
I don't know what happened to that old jar of buttons. But when I was talking to my grandmother recently about the jar Granny Besse had given me so many years ago, she sent me a jar filled with buttons, via my mom. She and my grandfather bought them at an auction some years ago.
I was kind of curious what was originally in this Kraft bear jar. Thanks to google, I was happy to discover it originally housed jelly. It's sleeting outside today and the boys and I aren't headed anywhere. So it seems to me.....it's the perfect time to sit by the woodstove and play with buttons and marbles, and perhaps do a little daydreaming of where these buttons have been.