I had about 30 minutes to kill the other day before Elliot's preschool let out, so I decided to stop by a fabric store that I rarely go to. It is small and carries mostly apparel fabrics, so it doesn't hold a ton of interest to me. I was chatting with the owner and mentioned that I was on my way to pick up my son from preschool, and she asked what school he goes to, and when I replied with the name, she says--"Oh, you mean right next to the Button Lady?" And I'm like-- "what Button Lady?" before I scurry on out the door.
I guess she meant that antique store two doors down from Elliot's preschool with the big "antique buttons" placard on it, yeah that's the one. What the heck? Here I've been coveting all of your vintage buttons, even sitting out on Sally's swap, whining to myself-- "poor me, I don't have a source of vintage buttons"-- unless you count the Button Lady- whose store I've passed by three times a week for the the entire school year, who travels nationally to lecture to the Button Society. And yeah, she has buttons, more buttons than any girl check out in the 15 minutes before preschool lets out, but I managed. So now I'm ready for a button swap... Sally...Sally?
And many of you have written me asking for paint colors-- so here goes:
All paints are from Martha Stewart's Sherwin Williams line.
And why not finish with a shot of Clio, our boy cat with a girl's name.