Buttons, buttons, buttons…. And an empty jewelry (dime) bag.

Three beautiful buttons. For years they have been in this bag, inside a little glass box on my studio dresser. I know this might not seem like a big deal, making buttons part of my “things”, but anything that has been with me through more than one apartment and has not touched my hands, should probably go before we move again. I probably still own (and wear) the clothing that pairs with these buttons, but I’m not up for investigating to find out.