'Tis the season..to mess about with buttons and bows. At my grandfather's house I'd be given a Petticoat Tail tin of buttons to play with. This kept me endlessly amused. The tin belongs to me now and I often revert for inspiration for cards and wrapping. It seems to be a magic tin as it coughs up an unending supply of fat milky pennies. Buttons are humbling, they mind of chunky itchy aran knits in mustard or turquoise. Howling Donegal beaches. I'm tying tassels for my christmas presents. Sometimes they'll be hung on a tree after. Last year it was chilli peppers bound with twine. Now star anise daubed with glitter glue when I should be doing something else. Those are my Granda's scissors too. They could do with a sharpen sure. Merry Christmas.