My great grandmother sewed buttons onto cards. She had an old black tin stuffed with jet beads, fine laces and shiny things to fascinate a child and fill her head with dreamy things of days gone by. These are girly things, the ancient thread of womanhood that links and jumps and binds the generations across race and creed around the world. The idle hours playing in the button jar that grows the minds and imaginations, builds the fabric for invention and exploration, breeds tolerance and wonder; neglected now and nearly lost - for who now sews, or has an idle hour or amuses little ones with beads and buttons.....
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