The idea of collection has certain implications. One may have many dust bunnies and it doesn’t mean one collects dust bunnies, now does it? Imagine if you will, a person whose dust bunnies are displayed proudly…
I’ve decided I’m not a collector of anything.
There are certain people to whom you cannot say you’re collecting something or they will gift you related items you do not want.
I cannot deny I often acquire Fiesta(ware) but I only like certain colors.
I have three Norman Rockwell prints and I’d love to have more, but again, specific titles.
There’s no shortage of books, herbal tea, odd socks, or kids’ art at our house, either.
We have a ton of movies and music.
We’re still in possession of all the Legos…but one day Bubba will establish a household.
The Mister must have more blades than any ten-handed goddess of war, but I don’t know if he’s collecting them so much as they just come to him…the way fabric and paper seem to come to me.
Are you a collector? You can tell me.