Collections.

I am not a collector. In fact, I am anti-collection. It's fine for other people, but there was never anything I wanted to collect.

Except maybe shoes. And scarves. And earrings. Does clothing count? Nah.

I did collect starburst wrappers when I was ten (please remember I was homeschooled and never got to eat candy). And my sisters had a sweet collection of key chains.

What about sippy cups? We definitely have a collection of those (and this doesn't even include the half dozen strewn around the house and car)..... Basically, I am opposed to the idea of a glass case full of creepy china dolls or stuffed animals. Or a deafening chorus of wind chimes on the porch. Or a grouping of Hallmark figurines of any kind. Or those stained glass thingy's that hang from suctions cups on a window. Or even having 50 serving bowls when I only use 2 or 3 at a time. (No offense if one of those is your fave).

Anyway, it's funny how collections sneak up on you. They start out as things you are drawn to and subconsciously start to accumulate like when I unpacked and realized I had 16 candlesticks. Or maybe other people notice you like something and they start gifting you more of them and then one day you wake up and you are driving around with 500 beanie babies displayed in your car. (Let's hope not).

The other day I was at the sink and I realized that what started out as three inkwells in my window sill is accumulating......

It's on it's way to being a collection. And I'm okay with that.

So maybe I'm a collector after all. Maybe we all are. As long as we don't end up on "Hoarders: Buried Alive" I guess it's okay.