The Button Box ~ As a child, I have fond memories of playing with my Mothers wonderful collection of buttons. When I was home with the sniffles, to keep me occupied, she would often let me play with those buttons. I recall the excitement I felt as I lifted the lid of that shabby but elegant tin box. My heart would skip a beat. Filled to the brim with buttons of all colours, shapes and textures there was a feeling I had (most certainly) found a treasure. Thanks to my Mother, I learned at an early age, that beauty can me found in the simplest ways.