It's not something I really meant to do. It's not even something I realized I was doing...but somewhere along the way in the course of ordinary day-to-day events, I became a Collector.
Collections say a lot about a person, and I know exactly what my collections say about me: I just can't have one of anything!
It all started with a small, pewter penguin couple -- a favorite wedding gift. I was enchanted, and it wasn't long before I began filling our apartment with the quirky birds. Penguin figurines in pewter, crystal, ceramic and wood multiplied like rabbits (the one thing I don't collect -- yet). With such a plethora of penguins, the need for a creative way to display my burgeoning bird assortment became imperative. The seeds of my next collection were ready to blossom.
Printers' drawers. The slim wooden drawers, which formerly housed alphabet blocks used for typesetting a publication, feature compartments in assortment of shapes and sizes. Hang them on a wall, and you've found the perfect penguin habitat! To date I have about a dozen of the drawers -- from small to large in rich wood tones from dark oak to light pine. I'd be hard pressed to find enough penguins to fill every nook in my homemade rookery!
The collections don't stop there, however. Among my ever growing hodgepodge of groupings is an array of firkins. I don't know what they are, what they were ever used for, or what to do with them now. There's just something about them that speaks to the Collector in me! From wooden spools, buttons and bobbins to antique picnic baskets, cobalt blue bottles and hob nail milk glass, the assortment of accumulations continues to...well...accumulate.
Quirkiness aside, collections are uniquely personal, and they speak volumes about their owners. If my penguins could talk, I know exactly what they would say.
"The more, the merrier!"
Mary Magoon
Mary Magoon
