Mother of Pearl

I love mother of pearl, and always have done . . .


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:-

http://www.burdastyle.com/blog/mother-of-pearl-buttons-a-uniquely-american-triumph


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

The act of a master juggler . . .

So, its been a while since my last blog, as to be honest, I had no idea where I would be a month down the line from my last post . . .

I had been completely torn over starting the new job, and wanting to carry on with the buttons to the extent that I was . . . I had a conversation with the fabulous Marna from Little A Designs, where I said that I felt like my inner child had been fed fizzy pop and sweets all day, then been told to go to bed . . . I just wanted to throw a massive tantrum, and do what I wanted to do, rather than the grown up thing to do . . .

I have met so many wonderful people via the buttons and Facebook, that it just didn't seem right . . . Yet the overwhelming feeling of letting people down, and letting the button page drift away was just so intense, I just didn't want to part with it yet . . .

Ive now been in the job for a month, and all seems to be going well - its busy, but I have time to do things, and there is a post office on site, so I know I can pop things in the post to you all regularly . . .

I have also come up with a set of commitments to you and the button page, so I can ensure I am fulfilling my side of the bargain . . . 

1. There will be a weekly button sale, and if I can't make it, I will update it accordingly
2. These sales, and any others, will all be in the events page, so you can see when they will be
3. I will endeavour to get the invoices out within 24 hours
4. I will reply to emails within 24 hours, but if you haven't heard from me, please do give me a nudge!
5. I will be open and honest with you about my workload, and if I can't do it, will tell you so
6. I also want to try and do a monthly web chat - would anyone be up for that?

In return, I hope you will be open and honest with me - is that a fair swap ;)

I just hope you are all still out there . . . Are you?

Much love, Ax