This is where i begin.
i received my grandmother's thread case and button bin a few years ago. They sat in my room reminding me of when i used to sit at her kitchen table, arranging the contents by color. She would hum an old tune hovering over the stovetop, while i decided which button was truly my favorite.
There were lots of great things about being a kid, now there are lots of great child-like things about being grown up.
