Ok, Ok, so I only popped into the local market to pick up some sausages. Thing is, I got ever-so-slightly distracted by the haberdashery stall on the way and instead of stopping at one packet of buttons I just kept going until I ran out of change. Here’s the result:
Right now I’m seriously doubting my ability to use those blotchy ones on my products because what I really want to do is stroke them obsessively until I develop calluses on my hands. I can’t be alone in my button-love can I? Don’t answer that, reader, don’t answer that.