I love looking at people's collections. Flickr is filled with beach combing collections; soft glass and shells, or mirrors, or Pyrex tupperware or vintage match boxes. I find it facinating the different kinds of things that people feel inspired to hoard. So I thought I would give my meagre collections a small chance to shine. Some of the things I collect are for a weeks long whim, others have been curated lovingly over many years. My buttons are one of those collections. When I was about 10 or 11 we visited the Mulberry Outlet near my home. I was not happy to be dragged along, once again, to look at fabric samples. But under the heavy rolls of floral tapestries was a ripped cardboard box scrawled on with black marker saying 'damaged buttons'.
These are beautiful buttons, pearl grey with fault lines down their face. I fit five across the length of my palm and convinced my mother to buy them for me, 20p each. I still have two of the five in my tub of buttons and ever since my collection has continued to grow.
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