Button, Button, Who’s Got The Button?

Jax loved this craft.  I can’t stress that enough.  He was like a living, breathing thesaurus, using every synonym for “pretty” he could think of or had ever heard in his life, with lots of emphasis.  “Mom, I LOVE this craft!  This is so bea-YOU-ti-ful!  These buttons are LOVELY!  Do YOU love this craft, Mom?  I think it is coming along NICE-ly!”

Button Valentines @ Rub Some Dirt On It

He was so meticulous and thoughtful, giving the proper consideration to every button as to their proper placement and color coordination.  Unlike somebody else I know, who woke up from her nap in time to join the fun.

Button Valentines @ Rub Some Dirt on It

At first she tried to do as her brother did, using the handful of buttons Jax begrudgingly doled out to her like a little miser.  God forbid she got a cup of her own!  She tried to pick them up and place them accordingly like he was doing, until she got a little tactile defensive–

and decided getting glue on her fingers was for the birds.  Then she just dumped the lot of them on her heart and called it a day.  Hey, it was effective!  I helped fill in the blanks.

So even though they both had different methods, they both produced beautiful button Valentines that I am thrilled to have adorning my mantle.

Button Valentines @ Rub Some Dirt On It

I’ll consider them my Valentine’s present to myself from the kids.  And since my sister said she wanted one and now I refuse to part with either of them, we made her a button lovebug instead.

Button Valentines @ Rub Some Dirt On It

Here’s the tutorial: card stock + buttons = bug.  Let your imagination do the rest.

I heart Valentine’s Day, my kids, and now I heart buttons.  This craft made my heart happy.

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I Carry Your Heart With Me

i carry your heart with me (i carry it in
my heart) i am never without it (anywhere
i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing, my darling)
                                  i fear
no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) i want
no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)

~e.e. cummings

I’ll tell you how to make these hearts tomorrow.  Until then, read that poem one more time.

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