Tiny Tuesday

This pile of small buttons came from a Ball  jar that sits on a shelf in my den.

It wasn't originally my collection. I'm going to guess it once belonged to one of five people. Grandma Jewel, mom Naomi, or one of my three sisters...Terrie, Dana, or Lisa.

One of these days, I'm going to have to count how many buttons are in there. Perhaps make it a Blip contest, with the guess winner receiving 17 buttons of my choice.

With all of these buttons in my possession, you would think that I might be a fair seamster, a fixer of lost and broken buttons. But, noooooo! I REFUSE to wear a thimble, and it's a struggle for me to thread a needle. So, I don't. I just whine to my wife until she takes care of it.