When I was a wee little girl, the first thing that was pulled out when I got into my mum's sewing draw was her button tin.
Although it was the hardest tin to open, as soon as it was, my hand would dive in.
There were a few buttons that were my favourite and were the first to be found.
They would be lined up and admired.
They would be lined up and admired.
As you can see this tin was loved and cherished in our house.
So you might be thinking, "Erin. Who gave the little girl glasses and the botox in the lips?"
Well it wasn't me! I'm going to blame this on one of my sisters.
When I was home last year, look what I found at a trash and treasure market....
A sparkling, glossy tin for my buttons with NO scratches.
When my eyes landed upon it, I grabbed it with glee...I had to have it......at any cost.
Yep. My very own button tin.
Now I just have to fill it.
Now I just have to fill it.
To all my fellow Aussies out there.
Have a lovely Australia Day tomorrow.
(No national day off for me in Ireland but I will have a vegemite sandwich for lunch)