Years ago I would go through my mother's button jar and string the brightly colored buttons and bugle beads. They were like playing with magic jewels. I liked how they felt going from my fingers onto the string.
Many a Saturday morning was spent this way. I do not know how I came to having the button jar, but last year I was cleaning a closet and came upon it. The top was beginning to rust but the buttons still were shiny. Unfortunately the bugle beads were slightly tarnished but still usable. When I opened the jar I began to string the buttons and bugles.
This is when I decided I wanted to do real beading. I began to attend bead classes and shows and I am having a real growth experience. I still have the buttons and bugles, and still take them out and string them and it transports me back to those Saturday mornings of my childhood.
