Everywhere I look, I see jars of buttons. I happen to love buttons, so this doesn't seem strange to me.
A mayo jar, a vintage canning jar and large pickle jar all provide homes for some of my collection.
Assorted vintage buttons.
These brass buttons came from a ship wreck that I dove on.
Mixed in with these jars of buttons are jars of beads and shells, which I also happen to love.
Even a vintage tin box provides storage space.
In the Planters Peanut can is pink sand and shells from Cat Island in the Bahamas.
Vintage and not-so-vintage shell buttons.
Vintage glass buttons.
Do you think I might have a sickness?