Nothing quite as soothing as sorting the button collection:
I recall being fascinated by my great aunt Helga’s button jar. It was always a special treat to dig through it. With the smell of strong coffee and freshly baked cinnamon buns in the air. I’d give anything to have a look through that jar now.
What is the use of a violent kind of delightfulness if there is no pleasure in not getting tired of it.
– Gertrude Stein, TENDER BUTTONS