Monday, September 5, 2011
Me? The Center of Attention? Yikes!
By Josie Giancola
From "Button Holed"
Me? Starring in a book?
That sound you hear is yours truly, gulping. You see, I don’t like being the center of attention. Never have. Never will.
It’s one of the reasons that, though I was a theater major in college, I wasn’t up there on stage, emoting my little heart out. No, I was busy backstage, specifically, working on costumes. And the reason I got interesting in costuming?
Well, there’s only one answer to that question: buttons.
For as long as I can remember, I’ve been fascinated by buttons. Old buttons, new buttons, artistic buttons, hand-crafted buttons. In fact, buttons are one of the reasons I never made it far in show biz. Directors wanted costumes, fast. And I wanted to concentrate on the details, every last stitch just right, and every button authentic.
My heart wasn’t broken when things didn’t work out in theater. After all, I still had my dream. One day, I wanted to own a button shop.
Fortunately, fate stepped in, and my theater background and my love of buttons collided. I once helped a friend do costumes for the no-budget indie film he was making called For Whom Trolls Troll. (I know, you don’t want to admit it, but you’ve seen it, too, and more than once.) The movie became a cult hit, and the royalty checks started rolling in. The money allowed me to quit my day job and make my dream come true.
That’s how the Button Box was born.
My shop is located in a converted brownstone in Chicago’s Old Town neighborhood, and it’s everything I ever wanted in an antique button store. I’ve got thousands and thousands of buttons in my inventory, a charming atmosphere and great customers who contact me from all over the world with their button questions and requests. Blushing here, but I will admit, when it comes to buttons, I am one of the country’s foremost experts.
Now if I could only get rid of the distractions that are pulling me away from my wonderful buttons.
Like Kaz, my ex. Charming, yes. Sexy, oh yeah! But he’s a pain in the neck, and he knows my latest royalty check has arrived. Why else would he suddenly be hanging around?
Then there’s Nevin Riley, a homicide detective, and the other half of a once disastrous blind date.
And the murder, of course. What? I haven’t mentioned the murder? That’s because a girl doesn’t like to think about walking into her shop and finding the body of a power broker Hollywood starlet in the middle of her floor–with a button hook plunged into her heart.
Bad enough. Worse when I was cleaning up and realized there was a button underneath the body–one that didn’t come from my collection.
How does it all turn out? You can find out in "Button Holed," by Kylie Logan. It goes on sale tomorrow, September 6. Read. Enjoy. And while you’re at it, tell me if you remember playing with your grandmother’s buttons when you were a kid. Betcha did. If you still have any of them, send along a picture and we’ll talk about your treasures!
PS--Kylie has asked me to tell you that she has her own blog now where she'll keep readers up to date about signings and such. You can find her at:
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Submitted by Casey