Let me tell you why the last Inchie for March looks like this:
Sometimes, My Chicken-Raising Seester leaves her chickens all cooped up while she steps out to an auction or two.
I, on the other hand, do not.
Step out to auctions or have chickens to coop up.
So my Chicken-Raising Seester kindly keeps her eyes peeled for buttons and old metal scissors for my collections.
(So far, she's given me all the old metal scissors in my collection.)
And a week or so ago, she gave me this jar of button beauties.
Notice that she even parted with one of her decoupaged jar lids.
Ladies and gentlemen, I humbly accept this honor.
Look what else she gave me:
Stork scissors!
My Cute Little Red-Haired Seester had a pair of these embroidery scissors years ago when I lived with her.
She also had a very large button jar.
The envy of button jars everywhere.
When my Seesters and I were little, we used to sit and string buttons.
We were young enough that we didn't string them with any pattern in mind.
We did it just for the doing of it.
Of course, the shiny buttons were considered treasures.
And we may have fought once or twice over the "pretty ones".
But, although some of the shank buttons were lovely...
...we didn't like the "sideways" buttons on our strings.
When the string was full up to the needle, we were done.
And we were happy.