The Button Tin

I love buttons. I love the feel of buttons sifting through my hands.  This love comes from my Mom’s Button Tin… from when I was a child.  My Mom kept all kinds of buttons in a rectangular shaped tin box.  This tin box had a delightful Christmas motif on its tin lid.  I remember my Mom heading to that button tin whenever she needed a button to mend something, or to store new buttons… you know, the extra ones that come attached to blouses and sweaters and jackets.  I even began my own Button Basket (I must find a tin for my buttons) when I was old enough to do so, and it’s my go-to haven for all of my glorious, magnificent, all-shapes-and-sizes-and-colors buttons.

When my mother-in-law, Flo, passed away a bit over 2 years ago, I found her Button Tin among her things.  Flo loved to sew… and there is not a scrap of fabric, lining, zipper, thread, needles, buckles, buttons she did not save.  Flo’s Button Tin is a golden-colored round tin with a Christmas motif lid (there seems to be a Christmas theme here)… with dazzling stars around the outside.  I took Flo’s Button Tin home and placed it, intact, on a very high shelf in my work area.  It feels wonderful to see it every single day.

Yesterday, I took the Button Tin down from its high shelf.  (I have a little Christmas “project” that I’m working on for my 9 grandchildren… and buttons are in order.)  I carefully opened the lid and peeked inside.  Instantly, there was magic in the air.  Hundreds of buttons… many of them decades old… greeted me.  Some were still in their little packages, others were “bagged” by color, and then rest were free to fall through my hands.  I did it.  I let them fall through my fingers and hands, feeling their fun and utility and importance.  It’s like they had been waiting for me.  I marveled at their magnificence.

I needed 9 buttons.  (I can’t yet tell you why because my “project” will not be revealed until this coming Saturday.)  I watched the sun set while I searched for 9 perfect buttons.  I had such a wonderful time.  And I found them… all 9 of them… all perfect, all different, but alike, too… just like children!

Such a simple thing like saving buttons in a Button Tin makes all the difference in a moment, a day, a lifetime.  I can’t wait to show you what I’m doing with those 9 buttons that come from somewhere, somehow, some time… through  NanaFlo, all the way from heaven.

The Button Tin was last modified: November 11th, 2010 by Sharon Couto
SHOWHIDE Comments (5)
  1. I just find it amazing that both your Mother and Mother In-Law had the same type of button tin! I wonder if it was the popular tin at a certain time in their generation. In any event, what a special thing, this tin full of buttons. And I’m sure that as someone who loves sewing as you do, this is treasured all the more. I would love to see some of those buttons – I love things from the past. Good luck with our project for the grandchildren – look forward to reading about it!

  2. I know what you’re doing with the buttons! 😉 You always do the most special things for your family, Mom! You are the best!! Also, I remember your button basket from when I was a kid… I used to love looking at all the different buttons you had!

  3. There really is such magic in a button box. I have my own that I have been collecting from my sewing from over 40 years now. I also have my mother-in laws. My kids always loved to sift through them.

The Button Tin was last modified: November 11th, 2010 by Sharon Couto