When I was a little girl (around three or four), my mom and I were in Ben Franklin (who knows if those still exist, it was a kind of craft store) and there were these darling little blue bird buttons. I had to have these buttons. I asked my mom if I could have them and she said no, of course. What was a three or four year old girl going to do with buttons? But she didn't understand, I really needed these buttons. So I put them in my pocket. Later, when my mom discovered my theft, she made me give them back to the manager of the store and I cried. My days of stealing buttons are over, but my love for buttons still remains. So I am doing my first swap ever for vintage buttons (started at Shim & Sons). I think it's pretty darn cool.