Have you ever been sitting at your desk or in your car or somewhere and suddenly a memory from long ago comes racing to the front of your brain? It’s like in Inside Out when Joy and Sadness are at the Memory Bank and suddenly the gum jingle begins playing. That happened to me yesterday.
I was walking through the aisles of Jo-Ann Fabrics yesterday trying to find some cute Easter decorations when I turned left and found myself in an aisle of buttons. Row after row of colorful buttons. And then it happened. My mind pulled from the memory files a snapshot of me sitting at my grandmother’s kitchen table playing with the buttons in a teal tin container. The buttons ranged in size, color, and texture. Some were small and meant for a pocket while others were huge and she’d sew them onto her blazer she wore to church. Some were smooth and shiny. Others were rough and bumpy.
I’d busy myself with these buttons while she measured fabric out for the latest dress pattern. I could spend hours sorting them out by size or color. But sometimes I’d dump them all out on the table and then slowly put them back in in small handfuls. I’d always ask her where she bought all of those buttons and she’d always tell me at Jo-Ann’s. Occasionally I’d have to stop playing with them because she needed to measure something on me before she could finish the pattern. Anytime the dress needed buttons she would pick out the color of buttons appropriate for the dress but I’d always get the final pick in what type of button would be sewed on.
When I was at the store yesterday I couldn’t help but pick a few of the buttons and feel the texture and wish that I had the ability to sew clothing from patterns just like Mam. But for now the memories will have to suffice.