Two Tales of Sorting Buttons: A Moving Story

Last Sunday evening, we got together with this group of people (and the un-pictured Slagle family)

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to celebrate the birthdays of Amelia and Levi

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and to have a little whole-family fun before this Darling Person (and her darling parents) moved to parts unknown the next day.

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The Darling Person (and her darling parents) spent the night with us after the Mutual Birthday Party. And, so, as her darling parents were putting the final touches on packing, I got to play with the Darling Person. The thought of not being able to play with her at will (as I have been doing for all of the six months of her life) was a bit disconcerting. So…what do I do when disconcerted? I craft.

I had made the Darling Person’s aunt this hat.

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This particular aunt mentioned that her sensitive skin would appreciate a little less scratchiness around the forehead area, so I commenced, the morning of the Darling Person’s impending move, to adding a little knit fabric to the inside of the aunt’s hat .

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As I was retrieving the black knit fabric from our knit fabric scraps box, I found, strangely, a couple of cards of elastic cording. This was just the cording I wanted to use to make a simple button bracelet inspired by the one that Kaari Meng was wearing when she taught our Silver Bella jewelry-making classes.

And here, I pause, to interject a pertinent story. Family legend has it that once, during one of the many moves our family made during my childhood, at the height of the responsibilities of a moving day, while boxes and furniture were being hoisted around her, my mother was found sorting buttons. Ever since, when someone is circumstantially overwhelmed and resorts to a seemingly inappropriately trivial task to regain a measure of focus and control, we say that person is “sorting buttons.”

So, here I was, facing the emotionally daunting task of bidding a (temporary but lengthier that I would like) farewell to the Darling Person as she moved several states away with her darling parents and what did I begin to do? Right-o! I started sorting buttons! And the result of my sorting and stringing those buttons was this charmingly simple bracelet.

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And I found in the button box, a little wooden bead with a smiley face drawn on it that the Darling Person’s mother made when she was in her Ruby Doll phase.

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My advice? Next time you are overwhelmed, try sorting some buttons.

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5 Responses so far »

  1. 1

    Laurie said,

    Wonderful story, Lisa!

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    Paula said,

    ah, brings back many a fond memory of stringing buttons and making button necklaces at Grandma Betz’s house!

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    Sheila R said,

    Love your story… Creating can be so calming.

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    kana said,

    I am loving all of your pretty crafting! Your valentine inches are very pretty and I really like the Love Is tree— a great idea!

  5. 5

    Kylie said,

    This is quite possibly one of the very sweetest blog posts I’ve ever read (in a bittersweet sort of way, of course).


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