Since I was little, I would sit and stare at the beautiful colours that were reflected back at me, and get lost in them . . . I loved their texture, the smoothness, and the cool nacre that would warm to the touch . . .
The first mother of pearl I remember was of my grandmothers - she had a wonderfully 1950s jewellery box, that was decorated in slithers of mother of pearl inlaid in-between ebony black wood . . . I have no idea where it came from, nor where it went since, but it remains in my memory, as did the song it played . . . what its title was eludes me, but I can still hear its tinkling tune now . . .
The next was the most fabulous paste and mother of pearl jewellery set she had - it was just so old school glamour, and she used to let me dress up in it . . . How grown up I felt, being able to clip the earrings on myself . . . she used to pile my hair up in a chignon, and powder my nose - as close to make-up that I ever got to when I was little!
I am so pleased to say that she gave them to me when I was old enough to really appreciate them, and although a little bashed around as I used to wear them to university balls, I still love them dearly . . .
And now, I have my button collections . . . Oh! I could spend all day looking at them, and turning them this way and that . . .
Mother of pearl buttons are made from the nacre of mollusk shells mainly, and the history of their development is fascinating - have a look at this link for a little more information:-
In fact, they were the first buttons I ever had in my collection, and although I have become a bit of a button slut (in that I love any kind to pieces), I always go back to the beauty that is Mother of Pearl . . .
No matter what I will keep coming back to mother of pearl, and whenever I see a pile of fabulous mother of pearl buttons, my fingers start to itch!
How about you?
Much love, Ax