Button Glutton.

After putting away all the lovely buttons featured in my last post and a general tidy-up of my workspace, I had decided on a self-imposed moratorium on further button purchases. I have to fess up that it didn't last long. I had super fantastic intentions but then ... well, I am sure those of you who are fellow button hunters have found that there are fewer buttons in the thrift stores and that they have become a bit pricier than they used to be- so what was I to do when confronted by this ...

Great big, stuffed -to- the- max bags of buttons for two bucks? Unheard of these days and enough to make my greedy little button collecting heart skip a beat! Admittedly these are mostly not vintage buttons and there are rather a lot of white ones but still - two freakin' dollars? I had to bring some home didn't I? You understand the urge right?  I mean just look at them ...

Okay so I fell off the wagon but these were exceptional circumstances and I felt sure I could control myself in the future. Of course I hadn't counted on walking into The Most Organised Oppie In The World. Situated in the southern Flinders Ranges, this thrift store had been sorted and labeled with awe inspiring precision, making perusal of all the goodies very straightforward. Check out their button arrangement ...

Sorted into colour ranges on revolving stands - at eye-level! Oh my!  Those op-shop ladies might appear to be innocent volunteers but they know a thing or two about temptation! Though they look like little old ladies, they are in fact Sirens, singing their 'come hither and buy buttons' songs to lure weak and buttonlustful people just like me. Strumpets!

Resistance was of course useless - no handy ship masts to strap myself to - and I left the shop clutching a handful of those cards close to my chest - lightheaded and dizzy with delight. When I returned home I had to face an endless refrain of "what happened to the moratorium?" from the family , accompanied by knowing looks and shaking heads. Although I hung my own head in shame and slunk off to my studio I didn't really suffer any buyers remorse. Instead,  I gleefully got all those buttons out and immersed myself in the euphoria that is button gluttony! My name is Sue and I am a Button Glutton. Confession over.