Buttons

Why buttons?

First, I love the word. Buttons, buttons, buttons. I could also say it forever.

Second, I like the button in itself. Until recently, I had looked at buttons in a purely functional way. A special someone made me look at them in a new light. They all come in different shape and size, its peculiar way of attaching itself on the garment.

Third, I love this special someone.

Fourth, I was allowed to browse through a wooden box full of them buttons (courtesy of my grandma) in order to find the more special ones. It was like rummaging in a chest full of treasures. Nay, it was like plunging your hands in a chest full of coins. For half an hour I was a pirate who had found the chest and was making the coins sing. I loved it.

Fifth, buttons.

Sixth, buttons.

Seventh, buttons.

Here is a link to the arch-site if you want to know all about buttons and become a buttonist.