The year-end spring-clean in December saw me giving away my box of buttons that I gathered in the few years while living in Switzerland, believing that I would have had no use for them, but keeping these select few, just in case:
Then one Saturday, while visiting market friends in Flinders Street Market, this heavy box of vintage buttons jumped right at me at the local bric-a-brac guy. He hit me with a price to which I reluctantly agreed to. Buttons are expensive little things, let alone vintage ones. Hey, the Tupperware’s great, too.
That’s it — I have fed my addiction and have more than enough buttons that I will ever need.