I have a friend who has a "thing" for buttons. Well, friend, I bought these yesterday and immediately thought of you. Aren't they gorgeous? Buttons remind me of an old South African novel "Story of an African Farm" where the little girl always wants to play with the box of buttons and wants them for herself but she cannot have them. Eventually she gets the box of buttons but she had to wait too long and the sweetness was gone. How often this happens in life.