This is an old carved box that was my mother's. I'm pretty sure it was made in Mexico, but I don't know how she came to have it.
It's one of my favorite possessions (a thing I'd grab if I had to evacuate in a hurry).
And this is why.
It's chock full of her old buttons, collected over many years of sewing. I love looking through it.
And I love thinking of stuff I can use them for.
Today, I made a girl dog out of socks, and used old buttons for the nose and eyes.
Note the dog bone tattoo on her rumpus.
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