Button obsession - is there a name for it???

When I said I love buttons, I mean I really LOVE buttons! I don't care whether they are old (in fact the older the better in this case), they can be battered and a little bit weathered and I'll still love them. The more unique they are the better, especially if they look like they can tell a story or two of where they've been.

 
I bought a HUGE bag of buttons the other day, all secondhand and muddled up with pieces of junk that George calls 'Treasure'.  George and I have been slowly sorting through them and putting them into coloured jars.  Child labour? I think not, he positively asked if we could do it!  So here's the result so far...

We started off with more variation in colours, but soon realised that we didn't have enough jars.  We've had such a good time talking about the buttons, and it's helped me sort them out so it's easier to work.

Mark doesn't quite understand my obsessiveness over buttons, but I'm sure there are others who do... aren't there???

I'm not sure whether to start on the other boxes yet or not...