I’ve been thinking about collecting. Why do it? Why isn’t one enough?
Some think it’s driven by an ancient hunter gatherer urge to collect nuts and berries. It makes sense. One hazelnut doesn’t make much of a meal.
The Victorians were big collectors, driven by a boom in museum-going and a national passion for nature.
Some collecting urges have changed whole economies.
Modern collections of everyday, even throwaway objects can be just as beautiful.
Some old wine glasses and the odd bowl of pebbles aren’t going to threaten the treasury. Surely I have enough of each and yet I still get excited by finding a hagstone. There aren’t any witches round here as far as I know and the glasses are too delicate to use very often.
Me (experiment with pencil drawing on shrinkles)
Inherited from Aunty Minnie (Victorian silver)
My badge and brooch collection makes a little more sense. Many were made by bloggers and I wear them daily. I own something they have made, however small. Life’s busy so I can’t meet them in person as often as I’d like, if at all. They help me remember some good days when we did meet. They’re precious.
What do you collect?