Posted by wlebolt
They needed help with craft supplies for a summer camp at a local elementary school. Pipe cleaners, yarn, craft foam…and buttons. Buttons I’ve got, in all shapes and sizes. I pull out the button tin and begin to go through the contents. Many are still in their tiny envelopes, often nestled next to a bit of thread meant to match the garment if a repair were needed.
Should I part with all of these. What if I need one – a specific one? And then I see several that are fabric-covered and one with a metallic crest. I remember the garments these were meant to accompany. They are long, long gone. I gave them away or grew out of them or moved on from them many years ago. A whole career ago. Seems almost a lifetime ago. I dump my mound of buttons into a bag and ready them for delivery to the craft lady.
Feeling industrious I take the now empty tin to a drawer where I have collected the buttons that came with my most recent wardrobe additions. Soon, the tin is full again to overflowing with extra buttons and threadlets, just in case a repair is needed. Amazing what one holds onto.
Funny how, when we manage to let go, we realize our ample and updated supply.
Imagine, I have a drawer full of notions. Accessories meant to repair or replace what might break, fall or be lost. Perfectly matching so no one need know that I needed mending.
Now that is a heavenly notion.
About wleboltLife comes at you fast. I like to catch it and toss it back. Or toss it up to see where it lands. I do my best thinking when I'm moving. And my best writing when I am tapping my foot to a beat no one else hears. Kinesthetic to the core.
Posted on July 1, 2013, in In Action, Mind and tagged buttons, Christ, crafts, kids, mending, notions, sewing. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.
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