On Saturday, I had the privilege of attending my cousin Katie’s baby shower. It was wonderful to see my grandma, my aunts, my cousins, and of course Katie, who despite her large belly and sore feet, was full of smiles and excitement as she opened parcels filled with tiny dresses and shoes.
After the festivities, I was hugging aunts all around and getting ready to leave, when Aunt Jeanie said she had a box of buttons that I might like. Buttons? There’s a good chance that I like those.
“They aren’t very exciting,” she said, “but I figured I’d give them to you before giving them away.”
I am familiar with unexciting buttons. Usually when I happen upon unexciting buttons, they’re all shades of black, gray, and white – spares from old coats and shirts, dangling by a “don’t lose me!” thread. I’m sure you can relate. Those boxes are what I consider the less exciting button boxes, but they usually harbor some treasures despite their appearances.
This was not one of those boxes. Yellow disks? Pink candy-stripes? And all on the cards, with some prices as far down as 25 cents.
Tell me, am I just too excited about buttons? Or does this constitute a treasure box?