This week has been quiet so far, no Autumn group as the heat meant to boat trip was cancelled.
Beano is only having very short walks ear!y in the morning and late at night as it's just too hot out for him during the day.
I've been pottering around indoors. I'm doing a little crochet but the blanket is heavy and too warm to work on for long.
Eventually I decided to sort out my button tin as all the buttons were jumbled together.
The tin contains buttons that belonged to my grandmother and my mother. Some of the buttons bring back memories, other's, I haven't a clue where they came from.
There are many small mother of pearl buttons that my grandmother used when she knitted dresses and matinee jackets for me when I was a baby.
The large maroon buttons that matched a gaberdine mac that my mother wore when I was a small child. I remember her wearing the mac when we lived in Lincolnshire so I was about four or five years old.
There are a lot of the leather buttons that look like half a football, these have a metal shank and are left over from when my mother used to knit Aran cardigans to sell.
There are a few fabric covered buttons, one in particular is covered in white poly-cotton with small pink flowers on it. This was from my first wedding dress, which was a Laura Ashley copy. My mother in law, told me I should have worn mauve, as mauve was the colour for soiled goods, her son and I were living together before we married. My first mother in law was a real treasure!
I also made my second wedding dress, this was made from a Vogue pattern in red lace but had no buttons.My second mother in law was lovely, I always say she was my prize for not murdering my first one.
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I was very fortunate in that I only had one mother-in-law, and she was kind and sweet and generous. When my own mother died an untimely death at the age of 47, when I was 7 months pregnant with our first child, she stepped up as a surrogate mother to me and helped me get through the horrific days after the funeral and continued to carry on for the rest of her life until she died in her sixties. Your first MIL must have beena shrew.
Just love that last comment, what a harridan of a woman but it did make me laugh. Jan in Castle Gresley
I bet she didn't suggest that her son wear mauve too!
You deserve a medal ! Frightful woman x
Erummm mother in laws, say no more!!
Your title reminded me of a true story which my father told me. A Grimsby trawler skipper had a surprise (and a good laugh) when he found that his wife had replaced a missing shirt button with a treacle tin lid with holes punched through and then sewn in place.
A button tin contains so many memories doesn't it. I used to love playing with my Nana's, she had buttons, little buckles and so many other unexpected little treasures to find in it. Your first mother in law sounds like a delightful woman, I'm glad you got a really good one the second time around. I did too. :-)
My sister actually has a phobia about buttons and tries to avoid clothes with them. She especially hates tins of buttons. Weird I know, but apparently it is a thing.
Those buttons hold so many sweet memories for you.
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