Years ago, Marianne gave me a box of buttons as a gift. I just love the practical little spheres. The tiny details make them distinct and charming. It was a lovely gift; buttons are fun to sift through. And glue.
Multi talented lady that Janet is, she made this magnet board for me a few years ago.
She made the magnets too. MULTI talented. When I saw another of these magnet boards she'd made at a garage sale, one that she'd decided-to-alter-but-had-never-gotten-around-to-so-decided-to-get-rid-of, I snatched it up.
It looked like this:
I loved the decoupaged paper on it and wanted to leave it. I had to do something about the places where the paper was peeled away though.
Then I remembered my box of buttons.
I asked Janet for the name of some super strong, quick drying glue. (I'm telling you, she is so much more than those chocolate covered cherries I won't share with my kids--but even if she weren't, those chocolate covered cherries would be enough...)
I glued buttons.
It makes me happy.
The tiny picture of the barn in the corner makes me happy too. It's my grandparents' barn and I grew up playing in it. I haven't been inside for years and I don't think I want to. I'm sure it's changed. I want to remember it the way it was. I want to remember the skinned bobcat that hung on the tack room door. I want to remember the last stall on the right where my dad put his draft horses, Betty and Billy. I want to remember the fragrant loft where we made nests in the mounds of hay and sneezed a lot. I learned a lot in that barn. I learned how to saddle a horse. I learned that I was not brave enough to drop down the chutes from the loft to the stalls below like Marianne and my cousins were. I learned that we would get in a lot of trouble for swinging on the barn doors. My grandma sent me that picture years ago in her Christmas card. I love it.