Both of my grandmothers saved buttons. My grandma Eva saved hers in in an old ButterNut coffee can. My grandma Margaret saved hers in a round tin that looked like it once held cookies or chocolates. When I went to their houses as a child, I would play with them. I still remember how it felt and sounded to run my hands through the buttons-smooth and cool with the buttons clicking as I swirled my hand around in the tins. I loved to sort them into piles according to color.
When my grandma Margaret passed away, I got her buttons. I’ve added to the collection over the years, for no particular reason. My girls use them once in a while when they do crafts, but most of the time I just buy them because I feel nostalgic and they’re pretty.