My mother found these buttons in a box in her basement. To her, they are junk. To me, they are treasure. I remember proudly pinning them to the strap of my denim purse in 3rd grade. I was new to appreciating rock ’n roll, new to carrying a purse and feeling grown-up because of it, and new to expressing myself as a unique individual. I look at these buttons three decades later, and they still bring a smile to my face. Treasure indeed.
Do you have something that is uniquely considered treasure by you?
