tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5397358923899448909.post2525967516051969735..comments2023-06-20T00:31:15.932+10:00Comments on But I digress ...: The button theoryCarinthiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09490217708697574505noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5397358923899448909.post-58587633143789722062012-03-08T18:42:20.632+11:002012-03-08T18:42:20.632+11:00Our Mums were born in a similar era - and weren...Our Mums were born in a similar era - and weren't the old buttons pretty and unusual compared to the plain plastic ones you see today? Glad you used to play with buttons too :-)Carinthiahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09490217708697574505noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5397358923899448909.post-39004671722949531102012-03-08T13:08:26.121+11:002012-03-08T13:08:26.121+11:00Oh how you have brought back memories. Mum had an...Oh how you have brought back memories. Mum had an old sewing box jammed full of buttons. Whole sets of military buttons removed from some WWII jacket... Buttons with wings on them from her first husband's Singapore Flying Corps coat... There were big ones that had come off warm winter coats and tiny ones that would button down a collar... Some were natural materials like wood or slate... I too enjoyed hours of entertainment playing, sorting, and asking questions about different buttons, listening to the stories as mum mended something. It really is a terrible shame that so few kids today will ever know that kind of parental and self entertainment. I think mum hoicked hers when she moved out of Sydney... I vaguely recall the sense of loss.Displacedhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10935138415726176103noreply@blogger.com