Maybe it's cabin fever -- or it's just winter and I felt like playing indoors a little. I decided to sort my buttons yesterday, partly because I'm putting buttons on a quilt I'm making and wanted to have them divided by colors and sizes. For two hours I sorted and divided into zip-close bags. Two hours! and I'm not done yet! But I found some treasures -- don't know what to do with some of them -- how about four acorns that have been turned into buttons? I have three glass buttons from the Schindler factory [as in Schindler's List] which have stars of David incised in them -- these I'm simply keeping. Just two examples, actually most are utilitarian, which, of course most buttons should be. I do have a friend who makes broaches from interesting buttons, so maybe I'll put ones she might be able to use in their own baggie and give them to her ... Of course some will go on the quilt that brought on this little fit of making order out of chaos. Did anyone else play a game called "Button, button, who's got the botton?" when you were small?
The mid-70s are a surprise! Part of me remains in the 50s -- age, I mean, not decade of 20th century. It's a joy ride, new experiences land in my lap and I've become a better quilter, poet, writer than I expected. It's a rich life for a person never rich financially. Hey, this is what the mid-70s are like!