Gone with the Wind

Just finished watching Gone with the Wind for the third time. It's only taken me four days to get through it this time. It probably would have taken longer, but I've just been forced to sit downstairs as we are having plastering done in the hall and there's no access upstairs. What a fantastic movie. I felt inspired to see it again as I have just started reading the book. I think it will take longer than four days to read that though. The character Rhett Butler is so sexy and Clark Gable plays him so well. Shame he was meant to have had halitosis (Gable not Butler).

Have recently finished reading the autobiography 'Les Girls' by Constance Tomkinson. Really enjoyed it. Fun, frothy and rolled along at a fast pace. It's an old book that I picked up at a charity shop. It has the loveliest little illustrations.

I have just started colour co-ordinating my stash of buttons into separate glass jars. This has been inspired by Annette at the craft group. I am very anal in this way so it's nice to know there are others out there. Her jars looked lovely with their own colour thing going on in each one. It set off some very interesting confessions during the session of people's secret habits involving buttons!!! Also other anal activities that we like to do. I love sorting - paper, fabric, cotton thread. Anything really, usually colour co-ordinated though.

I've been rooting around at our local car boot fair and I found some lovely jars for some of my buttons. I also found this lovely braid and ribbon. Got myself lots more clothes I don't need too!

There are some interesting sites to do with buttons. The history of the button over at http://www.bbc.co.uk/dna/h2g2/A23623616 and a buttonarium museum (although this is going through some construction at the mo) at http://www.buttonarium.com/.

I've been using buttons during some of my workshops and I took out the ones that meant something to me a couple of weeks ago. I've no idea where I've put them though. I wanted to take their picture for this blog. They are probably somewhere so safe that I have managed to conceal them even from myself. They include some buttons that belonged to my nan. I loved raiding her button jar. She had some beautiful ones that were fantastic for whizzing round on a piece of thread, all the colours became a blur.