Is it wrong to love buttons?

I’m not talking Cinderella here I’m talking real buttons.

After bitching with fellow posters on MSE (money saving expert) about how rubbish and expensive my local charity shops are the patron saint of charity shops must have heard my rantings and blessed me yesterday. Look what I got ;

All of these were sorted into similar colours in loads of little sandwich bags tied together with wool.

It is clear someone slightly unhinged like me collected these for years and treasured them. Most of them are full sets of 5 or 6 of the same type, many of them are so well made and it is clear that they are quite old. I kept finding bits of threads amongst them where someone had snipped them off old clothes and saw fit to keep them.

These are a few of my favourites:

I love these badly cracked little black buttons:

These are my very favourites, look how much work went into these:


And now to the price … I paid £1.00 for all of these, I did feel a little guilty and added my change to the charity box to help ease my guilt!

I came in from work last night after what seemed like a very long week and I was stressed to the eyeballs, and after 20 minutes sat sorting and adoring my buttons I felt better, isn’t that mad?

Am I the only button freak out there?

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