Well, not really a secret to anyone who knows me that I have a 'small'
problem throwing things away. It just so happens that I can see the
simple beauty in just about anything and my house is full of nooks
and crannies of small clusters and collections
(and so is my garage and closet).
And you know, despite the constant, daily badgering and mention of it
from all parties, I am still completely proud of the fact that
I truly appreciate everything.
Cue the mention of an amazing blog 'A Collection a Day'
from Artist Lisa Congdon, where she shows us one of her many
collections each day, in part or in whole, real or imagined - imagined
she does in illustration.
I love the word collector. It has such a positive connotation.
I love how these photos make such simple subjects seem so interesting,
truly glamorizing the collection of what some would call nonsense.
Check out the entire collection..
pin cushions and prayer papers..
[All images from Lisa Congdon.]
So, I got to thinking about the collections that we have going in our
household. My new nasty trick is Collecting in the name of my
two year old daughter.. which, clearly leaves me blameless.
Is anyone buying it? I didn't think so.
And, Ava's already out of control snow globe collection.
Girl's got a problem.
Just to give you a small view into the genetics of a 'collector'..
Yes, collecting is definitely inherited.
I was caught blushing at a few of Lisa Congdon's collections,
as they remind me of some of my own. Well, some that were
started by family members that I still stand up for( to the bad people
threatening their safety in the garage. )
Match books from 'A Collection a Day'
My Grandfather's match books... these are amazing.
My faves are the dozen or so match books from 1960's Las Vegas with
Mini plastic animals from 'A Collection a Day'
Coffee cans full of 'small animals' and 'small planes and cars'
There are some gems in here.
I am going to start calling myself a collector.
Collector has an amazing heart happy ring to it.