My Button Collection

I made this many moons ago and use it to hold buttons that I am yet to sort.

I made this many moons ago and use it to hold buttons that I am yet to sort.

I have a large collection of buttons which I have been collecting since my early 20’s. I sort them by colour, mostly. Sometimes they are by sort, such as the baby buttons. Some are buttons that my Mum had used for clothes she made me. I inherited these when she passed away. It helped to boost my collection. She had hers in a large round tin, probably held biscuits originally. I can remember running my fingers through them when I was little.

Their little faces are buttons, of course.

Their little faces are buttons, of course.

I use to buy buttons from our local op shop, they also had a huge tin full of buttons. They were very cheap¬†to buy that way. Then a new lady came to the store and decided to parcel them up into groups and sell them at a rather large sum of money each bag. What to do…. well then I bought clothes from the op shop with buttons on that I liked. They were much cheaper than the small bags of buttons too. I would cut off the buttons and put the item back into the recycle box. This way I got some buttons, and they got to sell the item again. Buttons 003In my twentys I worked for a large department store as a floor manager. One of the areas I had under my management was the Haberdashery department. I just loved that area. It was like having my drug of addiction handed to me on a plate! I had materials, patterns, buttons, more buttons and ribbons etc. My sewing box expanded to my sewing cupboard, then it just spilled out to a whole room! Anything that went on special was just too good to pass up. Most women sneak clothing and shoes into the cupboard, hiding them from their husbands, but for me it was crafty stuff. Buttons 004I was going through some boxes the other day, sorting out my new sewing room in my recently moved to house, when I came across one of those acquisitions. It was a book on how to crochet doilies! I couldn’t believe it. I had just been admiring a blog of Linne’s which had some beautiful doilies on. My good friend, Fran, who also has an excellent blog, had expressed a desire to make these. So into the post it will go, to Fran, and she can ponder on whether she has time or not. Notice I said good, Fran, not old lol :). Anyway, Linne wanted a photo of my buttons, so I will attempt to post them with this post. Wish me luck ūüôā

Here are the buttons on my windowsill in my sewing room.

Here are the buttons on my windowsill in my sewing room.

 

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Turning 50 sure can be fun!

Learning to throw snowballs

Learning to throw snowballs. Never too old to learn something fun

I know you have seen the¬†fun photos from Fran’s blog “theroadtoserendipity” but I thought I might add a few thoughts from my perspective as well.

I usually don’t let a number that denotes age worry me, but I must admit I was feeling a little daunted by 50. I rather liked the 40’s, the 20’s were even better lol. I found myself reminiscing over my life. This led me to wonder if I might spend some time with my high school friend, Fran, as I knew we shared the same month and remembered what good fun we had together back then.¬† I asked Fran many months ago if she would be happy to share a week with me over our birthdays, and was very excited when she said yes!

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Mmm birthday cake worthy of a number like 50

I made the necessary bookings and then pondered what to sew for Fran. I knew I wanted to do something for her but wasn’t too sure at the time what thing it might be. I also had a box full of old school photos so I thought, rather than a card, I would make a photo book of our time together at school and a little beyond. As the weeks flew by (don’t they seem to go faster..) I worked on the photobook and kept looking for a project that would be a nice fit for her. At last I found a patchwork kit featuring chickens called “Psycho Chickens” and just knew this was the one for Fran. Now whether it is the chooks, Fran or both on Serendipity which are psycho, is for you to decide :).

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One of the psycho chooks

I wanted to share this project with my small little followers, thanks all three of you x, but of course, couldn’t, because Fran would have seen. I have taken lots of pictures of it “in progress”, and will write a post about it too. Nice to have a post in the hand, waiting… I’m sure Fran will have posted a picture of it “in residence” on her blog too.

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These pretty blossoms were everywhere

So I packed my bags and winged my way to Tassie. I had hired a car and set off with my printed google maps instructions and the advice from the lovely lady who sat next to me on the plane over to Launceston. I managed to miss the little turn off after the Batman Bridge, where the wonderful Steve was waiting to show me the rest of the way to their house, bugger! I had put my phone on “airplane” mode instead of turning it off like I usually do. Be warned, it keeps roaming and makes your battery almost flat, this piece of advice came from the lovely lady on the plane also. I can highly recommend her as a plane buddy :). Anyway a quick call to Steve, with my fingers crossed, soon had him driving to where I was.¬† A car came along side me flashing his lights and¬†I followed. I’m glad it was Steve! Bit embarrassing if I followed an unsuspecting person home.

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I just love this house! Bruce….

Long story short, I was soon safely ensconsed in their lovely home with the wonderful Brunhilder warming my derrier. I was also greeted by two very excited dogs! I had booked a stay over in Hobart as a birthday treat for Fran and I so after a lovely cuppa and a piece or two of the legendary stromboli, very tasty by the way, we said our goodnights and hit the sack. I slept well after my adventurous day and soon enough it was time to get up, have some breakfast (thanks chooks) and head off to Hobart. We had a lovely chat along the way, lots to catch up on, and quickly found ourselves in Hobart. Nothing like a good chin wag to while the time away.

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Earl and …

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Bezial (the shy one), are just beautiful and enthusiastic lol

We were staying right near the Salamanca Markets and the view from our little apartment¬†facing over the port, was delightful. The markets were an eclectic mix of craft, clothes, food, music and various other stalls.¬† I purchased an ABBA cd to play in the car while we travelled here and there. It had us singing some old favourites and all the songs are now completely stuck in my head ūüôā . I was delighted to see, feel, touch and throw snow the next day on Mt Wellington.

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Our accommodation was right on this port

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Mt Wellington peaking out from her cloud cover

I was surprised by how easily we fell into the old rythm of our friendship from all those years ago. We picked up right where we had left off and I must say I haven’t laughed so much in a long while. It got me thinking about how easy some friendships are.¬†We had plenty to chat about and I don’t think there was much down time over those 7 days. Poor Steve, sorry mate, hope you have recovered ūüėĬ† What a lovely man he is too. They make quite a pair.

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Snow lined road up to the peak

I loved Tassie! It has the most amazing houses. I love the old houses and they are everywhere, just wonderful eye candy. Next time I will make it back with my husband, Bruce, in tow. I’m sure he will be just as impressed with it as I was.¬†We managed to stay in touch with the magic of skype. It was nice to share some of the frivolity and fun we were having with him. Besides, Steve needs¬†an ally¬†next time lol.

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Another lovely house

After a week of laughter, eating way too much lovely food, drinking too much lovely wine and talking our heads off it was time to drive back to the airport and wing my way home.  I had plenty of time to think over the past few days, our adventures and the wonderful chats we had. It made me realise that 50, though a rather daunting number, really is just another number in my timeline of life. No matter what age you are, find time to reconnect to the things in your life that give you joy. It is a worthwhile pursuit.

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Pretty view from midway of Mt Wellington