Growing up, I spent a lot of time with my grandmother. Her house always intrigued me with all of the things she had collected throughout her life. There was a closet full of vintage toys, drawers with old trinkets and the most fascinating to me, a sewing machine my grandfather bought her when they got married in the 40s. The sewing machine had three drawers: one with thread and yarn, one with many jars of buttons and one with coloring books from all of her kids and grandkids. The buttons always fascinated me. I would spend hours admiring their unique beauty. The curiosity of what this little button had seen in its life time was incredible to me. I would organize them into color, shape, size and so on. I would glue them on posters and cards. Not to mention the numerous sock puppets I created.
