Fio rediscovered her button box yesterday, a Christmas tin which contains not only her own stray buttons, but those of her mother and mother-in-law. Pretty buttons, weird buttons, large buttons, small buttons, buttons of all kinds and colors. Fio couldn't help but run them through her fingers, and she loved every single one of them.
But . . . what to do with them? Fiorella gave away her sewing machine last year, and buttons don't seem to be used much now in this Velcro world so Fio is pondering some kind of button artwork--a mural maybe. It would entail hand sewing, of course, which Fio likes to do, and would take forever, but Fio's stuck with long-term projects before--like three-hundred-page novels. The question now is what the mural should depict.