There are certain things that I just love that have no explanation. Things like fabric & fabric stores, paper all kinds, wrapping, cards, printed. I even love stationary stores with all their tablets and pencils and every king of pen you could ever think of. I love ribbon and buttons these things make me down right giddy. I know it's not just me, I've seen others in the fabric store walking around in some kind of textile high.
I do believe this may be hereditary trait because I remember my mom having a mason jar of old buttons on her desk. With all the colors and shapes just there to look at. And my grandmother, who sewed lingerie for one of the manufactures in L.A., had lots of buttons too.
My grandmother was of the generation of repair and wear. You didn't throw away a sock with a hole in it you darned it and fixed the hole. She put patches on pants, stitched up a seam, let down a hem. Always getting more wear out of an outfit than we would ever imagine now a days. In today's world she would be called "green".
But you know what, I've never actually used one on any project. You have to be so deserving of one of these gems I just haven't found anyone to be "button worthy". I just can't get myself to part with any of them, they are like little treasures they are priceless to me.