Buttons: my mother made all my clothes until I was out of high school. Selecting the fabric, pattern, thread and buttons were a huge event, usually after “cotton picking vacation.” The word vacation is used ironically here. I would save all my cotton picking money, and Mom and I would go to a big city like Cape Girardeau or Kennett . We would head to the fabric department in the big department stores. There we would go up and down the rows of fabric, touching the ones that caught our eye, holding it up to my face to see how the colors worked. My mother would instantly know which fabric would drape the best and delighted in choosing the buttons, belts and other touches to her creation to personalize it for me.