I finished my cardigan, sewed it up, (am I the only person in the yarny world who doesn’t mind sewing up?), and all it needs is six black or grey buttons. Now I know I have buttons – masses of them, but a year after moving house I still haven’t organised everything and where were they? Hmmm.
I am someone who starts a job, which part way through throws up another job so I start on that, and part way through another job crops up, and part way…… Well, you get the picture.
Right, so I found a box full of loose buttons fairly quickly. Consternation – the collections of buttons I knew I’d already strung together weren’t there in the box, and I knew I’d strung the black larger ones.
No problem. There are bound to be six black or grey lurking in this pile of loose buttons. So I started sifting through them sorting as I went. Fatal move! Sorting buttons is quite addictive. So I sorted, and sorted, and sorted. Blue, green, yellow, glass, metal, wood, and so on.
A friend arrived, walked into the sitting room and exclaimed, “Ooh! Buttons!” So while I made the tea she started sorting, and sorting. I said it is addictive!
So although I now have a pile of roughly sorted buttons I didn’t find the six I need. After a quick unsuccessful search for the rest I reluctantly continued with other demands.
Three days and eight charity bags later I was looking for some photos, which I didn’t find, but I found the rest of the buttons. Isn’t life wonderful?