For a recent project I needed 3 vintage buttons. I gathered my button collection, 3 glass jars full. Some buttons were from the early 1900s belonging to my grandmother, some from my mother, and others I have purchased through the years. There are some unusual ones, like these made from coconut shells.
Other buttons have odd shapes and designs. I can almost recall some of these old buttons on the front of my grandmother's Sunday best dresses, popular in the 40s and 50s. She was always dressed to the nines for church and outings with coordinated gloves, purse, hat, shoes, and jewelry. I loved to play dress-up in her clothes when I was young.
Anyway, my OCD got the best of me and I found myself sorting by color, then size, then shape...oh my! Amongst the piles of buttons on a tray I saw something very small, conical, and shiny. It was a diamond. Eventually the diamond's story came to mind, but why it was in my button jar I do not know.
About 12 years ago my youngest daughter received her engagement ring. One day she discovered that one of the smaller side diamonds was missing. Her fiance had insured the ring and the stone was replaced in time for the wedding. Fast forward a year or so later. My young granddaughter was keeping me company in my sewing room, playing with a tin of her favorite buttons. She was on the carpeted floor and somehow noticed a tiny, shiny object in the carpet fibers - the little lost diamond. I would have thought I put the stone in my jewelry box at the time, but we have moved since then and in the shuffle I still don't know where all my treasures are hiding. But now we have the little diamond, securely stored in a small wooden box on my roll-top desk.
I wonder when I will discover the diamond again? Old ageing can sometimes be the pits. Can't wait to see what I find in my needle boxes.
I wonder when I will discover the diamond again? Old ageing can sometimes be the pits. Can't wait to see what I find in my needle boxes.