Not waving,but drowning...sometimes

That picture really takes me back! My mother used to have two old biscuit-tins full of buttons. She would never allow any garment to be thrown out unless the buttons were removed first - I think it was part of the wartime "make-do-and-mend" philosophy. Today, my wife keeps buttons, but not quite with the same level of enthusiasm. Our current odd-button stock fits in a jam-jar!