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Losing track of time

I am always amazed at how easily I can lose track of time. I was shocked when I realized it has been almost a week since my last post. How did that happen? Here is part of the reason.

Beautiful Buttons

Do you know how easy it is to lose yourself in buttons. Ooooh, they are mesmerizing. And when you happen to be compulsive organizer, it makes it even easier to get absorbed in them. My mom picked up a gallon size bag of buttons at a charity sale for $1. She also gave me an old tin full of buttons from my great aunt. She picked out a bunch that she liked and gave me the rest. It was one of those times when I was really glad that our tastes are different. I like the buttons she picked out to keep, but she still handed over a treasure trove of buttons she didn’t feel the need to keep. Yippee!

Thank you for all the sweet comments on my last post. I feel a bit embarrassed having said something to invite that kind of response, but I can’t say it doesn’t feel good after all. Thank you, lovely friends!

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