May 2011
2 posts
Buttons.
Remember being a kid and pouring your mother’s button collection out of the jar and all over the floor to look through them? Shiny metal buttons, glass buttons, bone buttons. Some with two holes, some with four. Each button has it’s own story, It’s own unique look, shape and texture. Life is kind of like a jar of buttons. Everyday is different, and unique… A story waiting...