Today I found a box of buttons in my mother's sewing box. Have you ever thought just how many buttons you may store at home?
Fallen from the coats and jackets so far from my and my sister's childhood, I have forgotten we ever had those. Each of them once unique and irreplaceable deserved it's place in a special box, to avoid throwing a coat away after I've spend an afternoon repeatedly sliding/rolling down from an oak tree.
For years they are just a million buttons scattered across the sewing box. And still my mother stored them, waiting for a day we all will thank her for not letting go of them. Well, today is the day.