I threw out an old old shirt the other day. It was ripped, not fit to give to the op shop. I saw it, sitting in the bin, and I realised that the buttons were still attached. So I cut off all the buttons, and put it them away, in my grandmothers sewing box.
It's not that I don't love buying buttons, or that I currently have any need for five pale blue shirt buttons. But it is a timely reminder of a woman who never wasted anything, be it buttons or silver foil or string. A reminder that everything can be used, and reused, and nothing should be wasted. A reminder that despite my current desire to buy everything there is, I have so much already, and am so fortunate.