Well, I finally found a use for that one giant button I had leftover.
Probably this seems like no big deal to the casual observer. But it was really bugging me having it sitting in my button box all lonely and pathetic looking. Every time I came across it, it fairly cried out for someone to take pity on it and put it on something. Like it had it’s own spirit or personality or something. “Heeeeeelp me…. I neeeeed to beeee on a shiiiiiirt……” I felt distinctly guilty every time I picked it up and put it back in the box.
Apparently TLo had a similar psychic attachment to it. Yesterday the very first thing she said to my dad when she saw him was, “Look Granddad! Mama put this big button on my shirt. Look! A big button!”
Perhaps the Great Button Spirit will rest in peace now.