Day 17
Growing up in my grandmothers house there were certain things I saw every day that were in my mind symbols of that house. On top of the buffet in the kitchen was a collection of old Ball jars. Large jars of blue green and golden yellow glass. Some of them held dried flowers and some of them just held dust,but they always sat there. One year for Christmas, after I was married, I went home and my grandmother had taken one of the old jars and filled it with buttons; buttons from old clothes, buttons from her sewing box, spare buttons that she stole off of clothes in department stores. I am told it took her a year to collect enough buttons to fill the jar. Then with a little help from my mom she turned the old jar full of buttons into a lamp for me. The lamp now sits in my kitchen softly lighting my world. A little bit of the home I grew up in, and a touch of the woman who helped raise me.