My dad went out to Montana last weekend to see my grandmother and brought me home something for which I have been eagerly waiting.
My grandmother- Grace Genevieve's button tin.
First let me stop and say how beautiful I think her name is. Grace Genevieve. She could have gone by Gigi if she had wanted! My given name was Jennifer and let-me-tell-you by the time I was 16 I was dead sick of all the Jens, Jennys, and Jennifers in my classes and tired of teachers just calling me Schlemmer. So I created my own name, Jennevieve: a hybrid of Jennifer and Genevieve which I have been going by for 21 years! (My great aunt on my mom's side was named Genevieve too.) And don't try to even call me Jenn or Jenny. I am known to completely ignore people because I block it out or something.
Anyways, back to the buttons. Grace Genevieve is still going strong at 89, albeit with very poor eyesight and as a member of a group home now. So when my Aunt Julie came across the button tin while cleaning, she knew it was destined for me.
And if I hadn't been in such a hurry last night to finish a batch of Tweets ornaments for delivery today I probably would have spent an hour just looking at them and organizing them. No saying I won't be doing that this evening!
These buttons make me very happy.