I think I care a lot more about buttons than is normal.

Maybe because I was raised among boxes of buttons in the garment industry.

They each had distinct personalities.

But I still have no desire to sew them on to anything.

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About Miriam Sagan

I'm blogging about poetry, land art, haiku, women artists, road trips, and Baba Yaga at Miriam's Well (https://miriamswell.wordpress.com). The well is ALWAYS looking to publish poetry on our themes, sudden fiction, and guest bloggers and musers.

1 thought on “Buttons

  1. You can almost feel the texture in the buttons, especially on the last photo. Lovely, Miriam! Reminds me of rummaging through my grandmother’s boxes of buttons. Nachu was a fabulous seamstress, who had velvet and taffeta buttons in rich jewel tones as well as leather and bone, and our favorite, the bright colored flower and heart-shaped buttons begging for a blouse.

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