Heirloom

A simple box of buttons but a treasure to me.

This was my Nan's and then my Mum's and I used to love ferreting around in it as a child and can now remember some of the clothes the buttons belonged to. My favourite is the ladybird button from an old dressing gown.

I also remember my Nan mending her stockings ... and me having to do the same with my tights as a schoolgirl, with my Nan despairing of the mess I always made of them.

The old basket still smells faintly like my Mum's flat - a bit smoky from her ciggies with a hint of Beautiful perfume - and makes me miss her terribly.