Wednesday, April 13, 2011
It's only been recently that I realized how hypocritical I was when I said I didn't understand people who "collected things". I didn't mean to be critical, but I just didn't get what they got out of it. Then it occurred to me that's exactly what my marathon shopping excursions add up to. Do I really need that perfect white dress for spring? No, I have plenty of material to cover my body, even a few dresses. What I liked was the pleasure of the hunt, the joy of coming across the exact object I envisioned, taking it home, and enjoying it in a totally non-practical way. I've been toying with the idea of collecting things other than superfluous wardrobe fodder. At first I thought I couldn't think of a thing I would be that interested in, ready to scour flea markets and furtively check eBay when I had a free moment just to find this one thing. Then it occured to me: Butterflies. Mermaids. Seashells. Creepy ceramic cats. These are just a few of the things I would enjoy chasing down and putting on display. Right now, I'll start with butterflies. My Mom picked me up a scrap of this gorgeous paper in California. I know it will see a bottle of mod podge in the near future, but I'm not exactly sure what I'll do with it. Suggestions are welcome. Thanks for reading. Love to all.