Buttons, buttons everywhere (and only elastic-waist pants in sight)

So remember way back when I mentioned my Grandmother and her thrifting ju-ju? She is as fascinated by thrift stores as I am-- we are both unwilling to pay large sums of money for any one thing (but large sums of money for many small and probably not-so-useful things-- that I am on board with.) And we both love the fact that you have absolutely no idea what turns your life may take after a trip to the thrift store. I've seriously changed course completely after finding something totally inspiring, like those vintage sheets. I went through a long, long phase where I obsessively paced my thrift store route several times a week looking for cool new sheets. And so it was a very happy day when my Mom unpacked this giant (and I do mean giant-- I owe her a serious check for the baggage fee on that thing) suitcase full of all kinds of goodies. First up, a large sack of vintage buttons. But not just any buttons-- primo, top quality, really old SETS of buttons. There's a little bakelite, a little composite plastic, but at least 50% of these are natural materials-- shell, horn, I'm kind of sure that one is even bone. It's truly amazing. Grady and I sorted them this afternoon-- the whites are by far my favorite. He likes to put them on his head and pretend that he is the peddler from Caps for Sale. I swear you would have no idea what he is talking about if you don't know what he's reading at any given moment. Goofball.
I'm feeling like this may be a thrift-store kind of week around here. I have SO many cool finds of my own to share, and there are some other totally-weird-yet-cool-and-definitely-unique things still floating around in that suitcase...