Tin 'o buttons

I've been cleaning out the basement the last couple days-it was bad, bad, bad. I'm going through the stuff on the shelves (had my dad mount shelves in the basement about ten years ago-the best home improvement-ever) and I found this old tin of buttons my sister bought me when an elderly neighbor of hers passed away and they were having an "estate sale", so to speak. This was quite a few years ago and I've needed to go through these and clip off the strings and such-but just never did.

A tin of buttons can say a lot about a person, I have found. Along with perhaps a lifetime of these used buttons (only a few newer looking ones) there were army men, special rocks, and heads that were broken off ceramic figurines. I would guess she saved these things from the kiddos in her life.

Also-she probably used (smells like) Tabu perfume (in other words-elderly lady perfume). The smell is still lingering, after all these years.

Tin o' buttons-exciting stuff-no really!