I do. Heaps of them. Bone. Mother-of-pearl. Glass. Wood. Celluloid. You name it.
And they've been winking at me from their box, telling me they're too dandy to be hidden away.
So, to oblige the little play pretties ('scuse the cowboy lingo - I've been reading True Grit by Charles Portis - a great book, by the way), I made a little wall hanging to show them off.
The idea came from my friend Sarah, who made one when she was in college, recycling denim pants and some vintage buttons. I had always admired it, and asked her if she minded if I made one for myself. She didn't mind none. Thank you kindly, pardner.
So I did the same, cutting a strip of fabric from the leg of an old pair of jeans. Plus, I had some embroidered ribbon that I used to cover the back to hide the stitches. I reversed the ribbon to have the raw side facing up because I thought it looked more interesting.
Some of these buttons are at least a hundred years old. Some are from 30's, 40's, 50's and 60's. They really are little works of art in themselves, at least to my eye, and should be appreciated.