I packed three button-ups for the trip because the evenings might be chilly.

She reached for the navy button-up hanging on the chair before leaving for work.

I tossed button mushrooms, cherry tomatoes, and fresh basil with olive oil before roasting them for the salad.

The toddler proudly displayed his tummy buttons after taking off his shirt.

A rare button wrinklewort bloomed along the roadside, surprising local botanists.

She taught me how to make a Dorset button during the craft workshop last weekend.

At the village market, she sold a small collection of Dorset buttons that had been passed down through three generations.

She carefully harvested a single chicory button from the field for her salad.

She smiled down at the small heart tattoo near her tummy button.

I replaced the dead button cell in my watch with a fresh one to keep it running.