2 replies » My mom’s button jar was what I played with as a child and it contained a few buttons from her mother as well. I later inherited it when she died. Like a genome of sorts, it too tells a larger story than just our family’s fashion choices. I see some familiar buttons in your nan’s collection Amanda, and that’s pretty interesting! One button jar from Boston and New York can find common elements with another button box from the hills and dales of England. LikeLike Reply How lovely is this. From You Prana A button box from Boston and New York to Eva Bakkeslett at the top of Norway and Jillian Morris here in England. Buttons hold things together in every sense. X Hope alls well with you x LikeLike Reply Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (Address never made public) Name Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email. Notify me of new posts via email.