My grandmother lived through the Great Depression and lived by the adage, "Waste not, want not." When clothes wore out, she cut them into quilting scraps. Buttons went into a button jar. Nothing was wasted in her day. When Grandma died, a big box truck arrived at my door. I was four years old, and I remember the sights and sounds of that day very clearly. I sat on the sofa next to my mother, who tried to hide her tears. One of the items she pulled out of a big cardboard box was an old Mason jar, filled to the brim with buttons. This art print was created from a photo of some of those saved buttons - connections to a grandmother I barely had a chance to know.
September 2nd, 2011
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