I have inherited a butt load of buttons and I love each and every one of them. The other day, inspiration hit me and I commissioned my daughter to make something lovely. Inspiration, in our house, often results in a project for someone other than me. It's convenient that I have artistic and handy relatives (husband and daughter) that I happen to have a lot of influence over. Mighty handy, I tell you! I delegate, and that's the gift I possess and utilize until the cows come home.
Isn't she pretty? I like her a lot. I call her Flora.
This is another favorite. I wore this the other night when I was having dinner with my friend/co-worker, Kim. People get us mixed up all the time at work and it's very confusing. Any way, I was wearing this flower and a man at the restaurant told me he liked it and it fit my personality. Weird, but I said, "Thanks, my daughter made it." I thought to my self, wow, this man knows his fashion! How hip of him! Then, my dear friend, Kim, walks up and he says, "Is this your daughter?" I composed my self, "She is practically my twin, we are so close in age!" What the hay? But, I am totally over it and apologized for flinging my sushi in his face.
Lucky for us we also have a butt load of safety pins. Karri attached a pin to the back of these splendid creatures, and then I just pin it to my sweater. They would also look great on jackets and hats. I really need to learn to knit. Better yet, is there anyone willing to teach Rick how to knit for me? He practically collects hobbies.