Lady Lees couldn’t stop looking at it, a large, button, unlike any she had ever seen before, it seemed to have been created by sewing. The farmer’s wife, saw where she was looking.
“Funny old button isn’t it. They used to make them Shaftesbury way, but no one knows how to make them anymore. Have it.” She bent, and cut it from her apron.
She sought out more buttons, and at last a frail old lady, who said.
“Buttony, of course my dear.” And picked up a needle and a tiny brass ring. The lost craft was saved.
A follower of Lady Lees, practicing Buttony
The true tale of how the craft of Buttony, making Dorset Buttons, was saved. This is in response to Charlie Mills flash fiction challenge, in 99 words (no more, no less) write a story including buttons. Hope you enjoy it.
The Curious Archaeologist 