


When I see a button, maybe fractured a little, on the ground, or rolled away onto the road I pick it up. There are many fine redundant buttons in this world and I hope to rehabilitate a few lucky wee treasures. I heard of a man who had a button phobia, and another who couldn't stand the clattering pelican-like noise of buttons in the mouth.Remember my friends; buttons are for adornment not swallowing.


