When I was little, Mom always loved sewing an extra button onto clothes. "It looks prettier this way," she'd say.
Her old tin box was filled with buttons she'd collected over the years—shell buttons, wooden ones, clear ones.
These buttons, imbued with memories, often evoke my longing.
💜💜💜
When I was little, Mom always loved sewing an extra button onto clothes. "It looks prettier this way," she'd say.
Her old tin box was filled with buttons she'd collected over the years—shell buttons, wooden ones, clear ones.
These buttons, imbued with memories, often evoke my longing.
💜💜💜
