So, it shouldn’t come as any surprise that I would have buttons. In fact, I have hundreds of buttons. And one day in a fit of organization, I actually separated the white and black buttons from the rest of them. Because, let’s face it–there’s always a need for white and black buttons, more than any other color.
The problem arose a couple of days ago because my daughter found out her lab coat from last year needed buttons. Easy, peasy– one inch round buttons coming up. They’re in a blue and green tin in my office.
A hour later my daughter stomps out of my office shoving damp hair out of her eyes. “Where are the buttons?”
“Blue and green tin. The brown tin has the colored buttons.”
“Yeah, but where is the tin?”
Apparently that was not the appropriate answer. So I followed her into my office. Now, my office is somewhat organized. Books and things on the two big shelves. Books and things on the four long wall shelves. Bins (25) shoe box sized ones with crafty things on the shelves in the closet. 9 24-gallon totes of fabric and kids papers stacked on the floor of the closet. Sewing and scrapbooking items on the four black shelves on the open black shelves.
And not a button tin to be found.
I found monkey buttons and flower buttons that I set aside for my scrapbook pages but no plain white buttons. None.
How could this be?
What the heck happened to my tins of buttons? My daughter thought I might have gotten rid of them in a cleaning fit. Um, I should mention I still have my Barbies from when I was young (in a 24 gallon tote in my office) and the first outfits my kids wore 22 years ago. They take up far more space than two small tins of buttons.
For now the location of the button tins remains a mystery. But for the record, I’m pretty sure the house stole them.