I know, it’s Valentine’s Day and probably a romance author should talk romance today, eh? Sorry, wasn’t feeling it. If you write it all day, every day…well then. But I have a romantic pining for a strange little quirk I possess, embedded in me since childhood. You see, I can’t throw away that extra button.
You know that button. You buy the new shirt or sweater, and dangling from the hang tag is a little plastic bag with an extra button in it. I have been saving those buttons (in the bag, of course) since I’ve been buying my own clothes. This harkens back to my childhood when my mother owned a button jar. (I think everyone’s mother had a button jar, yes?) One of the most exciting things to do was beg Mom to bring out the button jar for an afternoon. I’d sit at the kitchen table, sorting through the fabulous circles, squares, and bejeweled treasures from ages past. Fond memories there. I haven’t started my own button jar. But I’m going to because I have all the extra buttons collected in various places throughout the house, and they call out to be ordered in a common place.
Because I know very well, the moment I toss that extra button, then next time I put the shirt on, a button will fall off. It will happen. Wanna know how I know? Because a button has yet to fall off one of my shirts/sweaters. That’s because I’ve been feeding the Karma of The Extra Button over the years.
So what about you? Do you save the extra button? Do you toss it without care for the wrath of karma? Or do you have some other quirk that others may find strange that you dare to confess today?
Happy Valentine’s Day!