Please forgive the quality of the photo shown as it was taken under duress .
Get yourself a cuppa and I'll tell you the whole horrible story .
It all began quite innocently as I took myself to my Craftroom to work .
When I got there my buttons called out "sort me , sort me " and so I did .
A long time passed as there were a lot of the little blighters and I became a bit robotic towards the end . Pink , pink, red , blue , scungy one . The scungy ones are the ones that are dull and boring , just plain scungy ! Blue , orange , orange on and on . Finally I finished I thought but I then discovered another two tins of buttons ! I'd really had enough by then and left to rejoin my family because surely they had been missing me . This is where it all started to go wrong .
Somebody asked what I had been doing and I must have still been in a button trance because I told them I had been sorting buttons . Well my husband thought it was probably a good time to point out that quite a few of his shirts were held together with pins and maybe I could sew some buttons on for him . Can you believe the nerve of some people ? What , aren't safety pins good enough for some people ? He has gone for years without buttons what's the big deal now?
Thankfully I came to my senses in time to answer
" Yes , I do have buttons but sorry none to spare !"
As the photo above might be used as evidence against me it will self destruct in sixty seconds !
