I rifled through it and found something that brought back memories. Memories of my visit to the United States Holocaust Memorial Museum. There is (or at least used to be) an exhibit there that the visions of will never elude me. Somehow a seemingly very simple idea made an incredible impact on me. The image of a room with a floor heavily masked by shoes seared itself permanently into my memory. Shoes that each represented a life now lost... every single shoe...
In that tin of old buttons was a shoe button; one tiny black shoe button. That is where my journey into the realm of buttons began. I had no idea what in the world I was in for. I started looking around the internet and was flabbergasted, to say the least! People were mounting these things on cardboard and displaying them! There were clubs just for button collectors and they actually had competitions for different categories!
I have now made button art and framed it to give as gifts, made jewelry out of them (without harming the buttons), and I have also used ones with broken shanks to decorate other items. In addition, I mount them and sell them, both on acid free board and on vintage bingo game cards (among other things). The photos below are linked to my Zibbet shop, where each item is available for sale at the time of this posting.
~ Until next time,