Rugs and buttons

Jo and I were at my parents yesterday evening, to enjoy a dinner prepared by my brother and his wife. While I was there, I took pictures of the oriental rugs, with particular attention in this one, which was in front of the fireplace when I was a wee tyke in Portland, and which provided what I considered a highly satisfactory play area.

A recent alt.support.autism discussion of buttons reminded me of the old family button box that my great grandfather made in 1921.

Note the reversable lid. I'm sorry that the contents, which I remember as being wonderful, are no longer worthy of a photograph. It seems that a large percentage of the buttons have wandered off, but perhaps it is my memory that is at fault.

Fine cats

We have fine cats.

I got another Czech glass ball mosaic, this one with a hexagonal layout on one side, and square on the other. Some of the glass balls were missing, but I could borrow from the first set -- close enough in size to look okay, different enough to be able to sort back out. (The larger, darker red, and larger black, are from the earlier set.)

This is the glass block from the earlier set, with some faceted beads of just about the right size, just for the heck of it.

Another picture of the first set, and more info, is in my blockplay blog.