This is beautiful, Julie. Truly heartfelt and clearly evinces your innate understanding of life on many layers. You've stitched together many scenes for us readers, all harking to a nostalgia of simpler times and the fragility of life. Your delicately beautiful use of language not only shows us your sensitive creativity but also reveals your natural poetic abilities. Congratulations to you and I'm very happy that you are expressing yourself and your flair for writing.
You could probably monetise a YouTube ASMR channel with that voice. I really liked the way that “wheel-like buttons” sounded like “we all like buttons”. Although I remember a similar tin, it prompts stronger memories of my grandad’s medals and an iconic looking tin of Brasso.
I think my voice changes depending on how pissed off I am but that’s maybe the same for everyone. Relaxed, it’s lower and slower, starts climbing and speeding up the more wound up I get😂
Thanks. That was my reaction too. I didn’t want them to go to ‘just anyone’. Seemed so wrong for someone to sell them on eBay or something when they held so much.❤️
It was a very poignant experience. The whole thing. The way it grabbed my heart when I saw them and the woman said they’d been her grandma’s.
Then the afternoon I spent in the sun, softly scrubbing them with a toothbrush then sorting them into piles. I felt like a child playing, with purpose.
And then the beauty.
The swirls and marbling. The weight that really felt like they held so much life and emotion. I really believe psychometry is *a thing* because I felt it, I felt my body stir as I was in touch with all they held.
Poetry doesn’t often grab me Julie, I’ll admit that but Buttons absolutely captivated me. Every word resonated. It’s beautiful. A work of art.
It’s all I seem to be able to write at the moment. Thanks. X
This is beautiful, Julie. Truly heartfelt and clearly evinces your innate understanding of life on many layers. You've stitched together many scenes for us readers, all harking to a nostalgia of simpler times and the fragility of life. Your delicately beautiful use of language not only shows us your sensitive creativity but also reveals your natural poetic abilities. Congratulations to you and I'm very happy that you are expressing yourself and your flair for writing.
Thanks Peter. That means a lot.
Sometimes I feel I *should* be writing other stuff but you can’t force these things. You just gotta go with what comes when it comes, I think.
You could probably monetise a YouTube ASMR channel with that voice. I really liked the way that “wheel-like buttons” sounded like “we all like buttons”. Although I remember a similar tin, it prompts stronger memories of my grandad’s medals and an iconic looking tin of Brasso.
I think my voice changes depending on how pissed off I am but that’s maybe the same for everyone. Relaxed, it’s lower and slower, starts climbing and speeding up the more wound up I get😂
I have a set of buttons which have adorned four cardis in 50 years
Well why the hell not if they’re keepers?😂 Go for it.
Gorgeous. I think those last two lines are going to be going round my head for a while.
Thanks Hannah. I’m a sentimental bugger on the sly.
Thanks. That was my reaction too. I didn’t want them to go to ‘just anyone’. Seemed so wrong for someone to sell them on eBay or something when they held so much.❤️
You definitely should Robert. Often I think I just bore the shit out of people but if one person likes reading it I guess that’s something eh?
No-one has to be here do they? If I bore them they can fuck off.😂
Yes buttons are very sensory- textures, colours, weight, number of holes (stop it now…😉😂)
It was a very poignant experience. The whole thing. The way it grabbed my heart when I saw them and the woman said they’d been her grandma’s.
Then the afternoon I spent in the sun, softly scrubbing them with a toothbrush then sorting them into piles. I felt like a child playing, with purpose.
And then the beauty.
The swirls and marbling. The weight that really felt like they held so much life and emotion. I really believe psychometry is *a thing* because I felt it, I felt my body stir as I was in touch with all they held.