Collections; chances are you have one (or many) but have you ever stopped to wonder what they say about you? I have. I wonder what they mean, why do we do it? Some people collect art, dolls, pottery, cans, the list goes on.
Sometimes I’ll see a collection and be completely mesmerized by it, other times I’ll be completely overwhelmed. (That’s how I feel when I see a collection of porcelain dolls)
Here is just a snap shot of something in my bedroom. You can see here an old mirror from 18something. It was a yard sale find, $10, I was in 12th grade. I wanted to mix in some vintage stuff while decorating my bedroom. The wood box it all sits on, made from scrap wood I collect. The stones, some are from my kids, they find them and believe them to be special, and give them to me, the small gems I’ve bought here and there. I don’t know anything about rocks and minerals, but I am prone to collect them. If you look closely there are also old books, I collect them, and I think I always have. I do read them, they’re not for looks, although I think they look cool.
more of my books, this is an older picture of the same spot in my bedroom.
this was taken in my old house before I moved. The “library” was always a disaster, but I loved that little room.
I think my books represent the way I feel about time and history. I want to know it all, I want to hold onto it, I don’t want it to be lost. Each one was written by someone who lived a life before me, in a different time. Each one belonged to somebody, most of them have that persons name written in the most beautiful cursive handwriting. Some of them I read while growing up, and so they have become like a part of me, over all these years, I have probably only gotten rid of a few books.
So, what is for you? What do have laying around your house? What does it say about you?