my button jars

yesterday i got the good news! but am not telling. no, not here, not right now, not yet. i want to savor the feeling, alone, singly. and i want to gloat and feel smug about it. i want to immerse myself into the joy of a win!
which is something that somehow brings me to my button jars.


i recently acquired a huge lot. you see, a need to have buttons in a button jar has been growing in me. for months it has simmered but in the last few days it has risen to a boil. and so i went...and not just to one store. no, i went to a buttons dealer, but what i was not ready to see what was waiting for me at home, and at 5:17pm i found a box stuffed with vintage buttons on yellowing plastic packets which somehow found its rightful home, and finally slaked my thirst. hah! i got a boxload of buttons! and i got the jars to fill them with!



i can't quite say what this is all about. i remember the magic of my grandmother's button jar and the smaller one my mother had. i remember the sound of them cascading onto the tabletop. i remember sorting them by size, by colour, or by shininess. i wanted a button jar. and today, i desperately wanted to find second-hand buttons. something within me rose up and demanded it.



so i sat on my verandah with a mug of coffee and four pieces of saltines for my supper, beginning to fill my button jars, as the birds sang and the grey rain clouds jostled with the puffy cumulus clouds and life was good, i hear the clinks as my favorite buttons find the way into my button jars. my button jars are my best friend when i am alone.



and now, even though there are many buttons to be liberated from the plastic packets, even though there is cleaning and mending and farming and walking and treasure hunting with the ‘sisters’ - among other things - ahead of me tonight, now...now I can be, and i am . .a WINNER!