I have always been a collector. I inherited the tendency from my dad and his carefully catalogued collection of transportation tokens. Dad caught the collecting bug from his mother, who had a vast and stunning collection of salt and pepper shakers. They were displayed on shelves below the big kitchen window in the ‘breakfast nook’. What could be a better treat for a kid … Grandma's pancakes with a side of fun little objects to savor.
In childhood, my collections were things I loved … horse figurines, and things I found fascinating … rocks, seashells and bugs. As an adult, I find myself drawn to things that evoke happy memories of childhood.
Like salt and pepper shakers.
Another childhood treat was roaming a dime store with a few coins and being allowed to buy something all by myself. I was drawn to the perfume ... the Eau de Toilette (very funny to a kid). Oh, the treasures to be found … the gently curved, cobalt blue glass bottles of Evening in Paris and the clear heart-shaped bottles with the pale blue rosebud tops that held Blue Waltz.
You guessed it. I collect it.