Here it is, the ugly, unvarnished truth: I could (very easily) be a hoarder. Where does this instinct come from? I am ruthless in weeding my wardrobe, I am hard on everyone I know in terms of getting them to toss bitty, tatty, piles of STUFF. But, in my heart of hearts, I love to collect. I am a total magpie.
In my defence, I do ascribe to William Morris’ philosophy above; everything I collect I do so because the beauty of it speaks to me. My most cherished collection is my vintage clothing, accessories and shoes. If you know me, you know that I actually wear most of it (though that 1930s wedding dress has yet to have an outing…) but that is a blog post for over here.
This little collection is one that came to me ready-made. In the pinnacle of my thrifting career, I bought a lot at auction many years ago. I bought it for $22, I believe, and did so only to get two funky lamps that I rewired and tarted up and which now have pride of place in our bedroom. Also included in the lot was a very odd toaster thingie and a cardboard box with a pile of dusty cut glass bottle stoppers. I shined them up and stashed them away, unable to part with them; I think their sparkle appealed to my inner magpie.
This month, I decided to put them to use in adding a bit of sparkle to the darkness of a Canadian winter.
Stay tuned to see how I have incorporated them into a vignette.
How about you? Do you collect/hoard? If so, what & why? If not, why not?