
The ouma who looks after baby C gave me some large wooden buttons from her box. It made think of my mom's button box (which probably contains buttons from her mom, and perhaps more). As a kid the jumble of colours, shapes and textures kept me busy while my mom sewed (and before I was old enough to get involved). The ouma told me she cuts off the buttons before she throws out any clothes, which is a simple yet brilliant idea - most button collections are short on collections of the same.