Actually, let me correct that. I am a hoarder.
This holds true with buttons as well. I love buttons. I love the shapes, the colours and the simple (but powerful) utilitarian nature of buttons.
My earliest and fondest memory of buttons is probably one that is not unique to me. My maternal grandmother had a tin, full of buttons. There were dozens of buttons that had been removed from discarded articles of clothing. She often gave me this tin to play with - dumping out buttons, putting in buttons, organizing buttons into little piles, feeling the smoothness of some and the roughness of others. I loved that button tin (and the late grandmother that is so intimately associated with that memory). To this day the sound of buttons rattling around in a old tin evokes such strong emotion in me.