The Button Queen. Sounded promising, so off I went.
To be honest, I probably could've found a shop that wasn't all the way across London, but I wanted to go to this one because the very name made me think of my mom. My mom loves interesting buttons and the simple charm they add to things. When I was little one of her creative outlets was sewing buttons onto sweatshirts in beautiful decorative patterns and gorgeous color combinations. I was always so proud to wear the one she made for me, because no one else in the world had one like it.
This is one of the countless things I cherish about my mom. She has an innate gift for bringing one-of-a-kind flourishes to ordinary things. Even grocery lists are works of art when written in her handwriting, a script that dances like ocean waves on the page. Little mundane chores are brightened by being done with a little song or
dance step or a silly voice (or all three, 'cause why not?). When my siblings and I were little, birthdays were days of delight before they'd even begun; we'd go to sleep the night before knowing that in the morning there would be on our nightstand a stack of hand-written, rhyming clues leading us on a treasure hunt all over the house to find each of our presents. (A genius move on mom's part, really, because it bought my parents an extra half hour in bed while the kids tiptoed around the house on a treasure hunt.)