Buttons

"Buttons" was chosen as the February subject for a little creative group I'm working with this year. What a pleasure it was to spend time considering what buttons mean to me.

My painting came together quickly. I picked out some fabric, buttons, needle & thread. I set up a tiny still life, snapped some reference photos, and painted it.

The companion piece, however, consumed my thoughts for a few days.

I found a photo of Grandma Powell (wearing a dress with buttons down the front).

I found a photo of Grandma Tallent (wearing a dress with buttons down the front).

I found the photo of Great Granny MacReynolds (wearing a dress with buttons down the front.)

I found photos of Mom at different ages (wearing buttons).

I found a photo of Mom with her sisters (all wearing buttons).

When I get to the top of the stairs and open the door to my painting/sewing/crafting room, the first thing I see is this treasured work of art... okay... it's a stack of fishing tackle boxes. But, it's filled with those buttons.

My grandmothers were quilters.

My mother sewed everything we wore.  I think she probably sewed nearly every day of her life (...Except Sundays. She didn't sew on Sundays.) She was a Home Ec teacher for many years and taught many other girls (and boys once Title IX came to be) how to sew.

I kept most of the things in her sewing room, and I enjoy using them.

But the buttons... oh... I played with them as a little kid, sorting them, arranging them. I loved them and "knew" them. Once they were mine, I cleaned the cases, cleaned the buttons, organized them, and put them where I could enjoy seeing them every day.

Original Oil Painting on 5"x 7" Wrapped Canvas

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