Not really. Care giver comotion.
from out in the garage…this small pad of paper on a shelf
Her. from when i was small
the young ones called. Came. to FIX the fence for the Back Oasis. All other Goats went to the middle Place. Except Snowbunny, who officiated and watched and kept track
midway through, she rested in her sand nest, but still…..watched.
i looked at buttons
they finished. Perfect. Tree. Bush. Safe.
YAY young ones!
I like the octagonal buttons.
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Snowbunny is a curious being but smart to go in the shade
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So much to see in these seemingly simple buttons … imagine being a designer of buttons, knowing how little mind would be paid, trying nonetheless to draw the eye … and succeeding.
And the cloth … I keep wondering when I will get to this point. But it is enough for now to look at these and add them to my mind’s pantry of inspirations.
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Button memories: my mother had a huge jar filled with them, all colors, mother of pearl,all shapes, round, square, oval. My favorites were the cylinder shapes. My sister and I would empty the jar, take string and make necklaces with many of the buttons. Some of the buttons were quite large, maybe from coats, some had shiny bits that my mother said were rhinestones and I loved that word. Although my mother could embroider, knit and crochet, she did not sew clothes but had a good friend who loved to sew so once in a while, when we could save some extra $, her friend would make dresses for us. When I was about 7, she let me choose the buttons for a dress that she was making for me and I chose buttons that resembled little apples cut in half. Those buttons were my favorite parts of the dress.
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is Snow Bunny still the matriarch of the herd?
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It warms my heart seeing a couple young strappy men around getting things fixed. And snowbound supervising….very cute! Oh and yes old buttons…they can’t help but bring back memories.
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yes!!!, young ones!!!!! it was late day. still HOT. and they
moved, post to post, pulling them out with the Puller that’s like a winch and the pounding back in. Pulling the fencing. tying it in with such economical pieces of bailing wire, twisting it. Some
places they wove. I’ll get pics of it soon because i SO admire
things like this. Rural areas…Farm people, Ranch people, people with livestock KNOW fencing. It saves animals lives. I LOVED
watching them, their methodical rhythm, their silence as they worked. One, not Garret, the other, his friend goes to New Mex
State. He is a history major. How interesting.
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Snowbunny NEEDS to know. She Enjoys knowing. She stayed with them
the whole time.
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a designer of buttons…..
how beauty Full the old ones are…i love especially the Art Deco
ones….
This cloth is endlessly inspiring to me…the Loose cloth, the
Free cloth
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this IS a BEAUTY FULL memory…the choosing of buttons..
all my kids have strung buttons and worn them
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i can’t say she is. She has given herSelf a certain status that is really, apart from the herd. She has her own life now, separate from them in a way, while still OF them. But she follows her own
singular energy, her own singular interests. I am watching this. Wanting to know.
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memories LIVE in buttons, yes?
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I like how the keyhole plate seems to belong.
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yes…i don’t know how it ended up in the button jar, but it did
and when i dumped them out, there it was…and yes….it does
belong. the key.
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