Apparently I collect Extra Buttons

The other day, when I was on my hunt for teenage origami, I came across this veritable treasure trove of Extra Buttons! Buttons! Extra Buttons! buttons! So... very... many... buttons. And while, on the one hand, it made me go, "dude, what's with all the buttons?" and "I don't even OWN these clothes anymore!", it also triggered the coolest memory. When I was little, my mom had this canister of buttons, all different. And one of my favorite things was running my hands through all of those buttons, feeling them glide and slip between my fingers, their cool and polished surfaces floating beneath my palms. I wonder if she still has that button canister? For a five-year-old, there's no greater toy.