But anyway just the other day, I bent over and picked up a bobby pin and got to thinking about all those small pieces of metal and plastic that clutter our lives.
Tiny, but necessary; yet not valuable enough to actually put away. At least I don't always put away the bobby pins, needles, hair elastics, buttons, Legos (which never should even enter this category as they cost roughly $1 per piece), game pieces, and coins.
By small and simple things are great things brought to pass. A bobby pin or twelve can hold a hairdo up. A needle in the hands of a seamstress clothes the world. Buttons hold the world together.
Strange how casual we are with these little bits of matter. I've read books detailing the anguish women of old felt when they broke a needle. Now when I can't find the package of needles, I just head for Walmart and buy another 50 pack.
Bobby pins fall out all over the place. I think they always have. Hair elastics are slightly longer lived, but ever scattered across table, counter, and floor; pocket, purse, and car cupholder.
And buttons - Who keeps track of buttons? There are always at least two in every store bought outfit, so why bother to have a button jar?
Except I loved my mother's button jar. It had so many amazing buttons. Most of them never to be used, but hours of entertainment through sorting and arranging. There were buttons shaped like gems. metal filigree, oyster shell shiny, round, egg shaped, and every rainbow color. Treasure in a jar.
So I have a button can. It is a very cool can shaped like an old car, to make up for the less than impressive collection of buttons. I rarely sew anymore and the buttons on manufactured goods just aren't what they used to be.
Still I have a button can. And I try to have a bobby pin container with random hair elastics thrown in. But the needles escape me. Currently at least three packages reside in my home. I can't tell you where a single needle is.



