There's something immensely pleasing about a tin of buttons. You can pick up a handful and let them slip through your fingers, enjoying the sound they make as they fall. You can rummage through a mis-mash of shirt buttons, iridescent mother of pearl buttons and garishly coloured cheap plastic ones. Large buttons salvaged from coats and jackets. Novelty buttons from children's clothing, maybe from back in the day when babies wore delightfully named matinee jackets. As a child I could quite happily spend ages threading buttons on to a length of knitting wool in order to make a necklace of sorts. Why am I telling you this? Well, I had the urge to make button cards today, so I cut out tags and either stuck a pretty paper on one side of them or I added a printing stamp. These are three of them, and they'll probably end up added to a journal page or cover. I also spent a bit more time sewing lines of slightly wonky...