Right after Jack and I put down our bags in our friends’ guest room Wednesday in the little town of Hart, Germany, my eyes fell on the cache of buttons.
They had been set aside for me to browse, and I was urged to take anything that caught my fancy.
I wished I had brought more swatches of my stash on this trip. When I laid buttons on fabric I got a much better sense of their potential than I did seeing them on a carpet background.
I favored buttons in multiples but couldn’t resist one big green one that could smartly close a coat all by itself.
Here are the ones coming home with me.
I think I have found something even cuter than a button. How about Eleanor Powell’s dancing partner, Buttons, from 1941’s Lady Be Good?