Remember the military locket button I bought at the
Myerstown show? I found some photos to put in it. Now it looks “real”.
Will tell you the details below.
I thought you might sleep better knowing it’s been
filled in.
To put old photos in the locket button, I decided to look
through old family albums:
And it was an interesting process to find photos that might
be of sweethearts. Finally I decided to use photos of my
mother and father . . .and it was fun to chat with my
sister and choose which ones to select. Thank goodness
for the internet and being able to talk about photos from
long distance! Can’t resist showing you a photo of my
parents before they were married:
and one of my mother and her older sister–
(stripes are so slimming, aren’t they?
And that’s the end of the post about the military
locket button!
Ah, these pictures are perfect for it! Do you know who the people are?
Thank you. Yes, I do—will spill the beans
in the morning . . . have to talk with my sister
first!
Beautiful! Can’t wait to learn more. And now I can sleep 🙂
But my faves are 2 of the fabric ones, that look like something from the bakery. One is the big white confection, white sequins with tiny white beads sewn in the centers; and the other a shiny thick twisted braid in strawberry and chocolate? Or raspberry? Yum! Hope I haven’t thrown off the voting, choosing 2 … will just have to wait and see!
Guess what, Mary Jo—I love that big white beaded button, too!
That was the first one I chose of the fabric group the dealer had.
I picture it on some fabulous Easter suit or something . . .
And, yes, OK, vote for a second one—hardly throwing off the
voting such as it is. ♫ Nice to hear from you again.
I didn’t know that there were locket buttons. What a wonderful idea!
So I am wondering…are there yet other types of “remember me” buttons? Besides the velvet Civil War ones, the woven hair ones…Hey! There’s a great topic for a post!
Yes, I wonder, too. So many buttons, so little time . . .
PS Your mother looks adorable. Love her hair in those pics!
A “bob” right? It was the twenties . . .