I love the poem about Granny’s button box so I thought I would try and do a card all about it for my mum’s Mother’s day. I have read a couple of slightly different variations to this and I have altered some of the spelling to how I think it should be (but I am not an expert in the Scott’s language). It reminds me of all the times I have gone through mum’s old recipe books and button box with her and we would reminisce over the contents. It is funny how just a simple button can evoke memories. I remember some of the outfits mum made for me, some I loved and some not so much but I know just how much hard work and love went into making each item. Thank you mum.
For the card I used a Lippy chick Flip book and decorated all of the pages with sewing related stuff. I didn’t really intend it to be quite that brown but I do like the vintage feel that colour gives it. Some of the green colour didn’t really show up due to my poor photography skills.
Inks: Distress inks; Tea dye, Old paper, Worn lipstick and Antique Linen, Versafine Archival vintage Sepia, Memento Rhubarb stalk, Versamark with silver embossing powder, Anna Griffin Green
Card: Ivory card, Flip book, Tag Image from Heritage papers
Stamps: Eline Pellinknot Cross-stitch stamps, Toodles and Binks Very vintage set 2 La couture, Stampin up Canvas background
Other: Buttons and thread, Antique brass charms, Studs, old pattern tissue, faux daisy trim
Noo gran his gone tae rest,
She’d niver throw even een awa,
Fae coat or suit or dress,
But pit them a in this old box,
For, losh, ye niver ken the day,
They’d come in handy for shewin on again.
A colours, shape and size,
I’m sure they’re better thrown awa,
Keepin them wouldnae be wise.
That we fowk wear the day,
Na, na, the scaffie’ll take them awa,
Nae matter fit ye say.
This wis aff her wedding suit,
And this een here, I min fine,
Come aff ma buttoned boot.
Each button into place,
While I sat there, a wee bit lass,
A soor look on ma face.
Wis aff ma velvet coat,
I couldnae hae been mair much than five,
Gan doon tae meet Da’s boat.
Oh aye, I min that fine,
Jist fancy her hingin on tae them,
Aifter a this time.
Fair glintin in the licht,
That wis a frock I wore till a waddin,
Fit a sicht!
And them a roon the neck,
Nae diamond iver shone as bricht,
As I did in the kirk.
Each een pit on wi care,
Workin awa wi woven haunds,
Until her een were sair.
Come aff Dad’s fishin breeks,
For he wis a deep sea fisherman,
I didnae see for weeks.
She knitted a the while,
The yarns a wool that she used up,
maun hae stretched fer monys a mile.
That wis gey lang syne,
And look at this een aff ma gym slip,
Fan I wis only nine.
I wore fan in the war,
A jint tae dae ma little bit,
Tae bring the peace once more.
And telt me tae tak care,
For I wis her only lassie,
And naebody loved me mair.
She shew’d for them and a,
Knittin vests and socks tae keep them warm,
Fan the winter’s winds did blaw.
But memories she loved to keep,
She left them a to me noo,
She’s gan tae her last sleep.
Na, na that’s mair than I can dae,
I’ll jist pit them in this button box,
That noo belangs tae me.
A hoarder I am tae,
Wi a box jist foo o memories,
I’ll keep till the day I dee.
