accumulator seriali - part 24

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I adore buttons. My collection is pretty massive, so I try to break it down and share just a bit at a time. This post features a big part of my collection of buttons, hooks and eyes, and snaps that are still on their original cards.

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Koh-i-noors from Czechoslovakia with Swedish, French, and German text.

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Above you see the back side of those lovely white linen buttons sewn onto a black card. What a gorgeous label, don't you think?

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Tiny linen buttons. I've made a few buttons like this myself, a long, long, time ago, but they were nowhere near this small or intricate.

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This long strip of metal buttons is one of my cherished finds from the Spitalfields Antique Market. The reverse is equally lovely (if not more).

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I wonder if Florence will be kind to us and brings more treasures like these to my path. I really hope so - there's always room for more vintage buttons!

 

Matchbox Monday

(tissue paper, cardboard, buttons, linen thread, text from a vintage dictionary)
Back to one of my favourite things to make. I didn't want my Letters to you -project to end, so I found a new way to keep it alive and keep myself creating even at the busiest times. Matchbox Monday. Every Monday you can expect to find a new matchbox here on the blog, and also on Etsy (unless it's a matchbox made especially for someone). The letter writing part of the project isn't gone even though this first one only includes a few words. This one is for sale here.
Mrs., Mrs ! Growing up. They call me Mrs, they address me formally. I remember when I got a wicker basket full of sewing equipment and supplies as a gift from my mother. I don't know how old I was, probably not much over ten, if even that. But I remember how one thing felt more special than anything else. There was a felt covered tin box that had buttons inside it. It wasn't full, but there were many buttons I recognized from my mom's button stash. Previously I had played with buttons that belonged to my mom or to my grandmothers, but now I had a button stash of my own, a place where I would put all the spare buttons and the treasure buttons that were mine. That was a serious growing up moment to me. (And no, I don't think I ever used any of the buttons that were inside the box when I got it. They were simply too precious, and maybe a bit too flowery too!)

On my desk, the sun trying to blind me at times

(click to enlarge, as always)

Definitely not the project I should be working on, but this is what's happening on the kitchen table at the moment. Still at a very early stage, everything just tossed on the backcloth, but I suppose this will be finished before the move and everything (it has to be, I don't want to take loads of unfinished things with me to my new home). I'm taking my great great aunt Saima with me, sort of. This is art for me, at last. J said it looks like a funeral memorabilia or something. Whatever. And Saima has been dead for a good while, so maybe it's only appropriate ;) There will be a little more red stitching and probably also white stitching and buttons to lighten up this piece a bit.

300th Etsy sale reached! Yay! More matchbox letter making it is then. They're one thing I doubt I'll ever get bored of. Small things are always nice. (Feeling energetic again, if you didn't notice. Not that the book project has made any progress, but at least I'm not grumpy today.)

PS. I thought you might enjoy the youtube channel SpokenVerse, loads of interesting poems there! Like this one.