300 pairs of sneakers. That’s what a young actor recently claimed he already has in his collection. Not nearly Imeldific, of course, but it got me thinking: in varying degrees, most of us seem to be collectors of something. I don’t mean clutter or dustballs or cobwebs. I mean stuff. Things. Knicknacks.
Some of us may hoard books, old vinyl records, concert ticket stubs, movie posters. Maybe you have a thing for baseball caps, bottlecaps, figurines, vintage cars, show programmes or stuffed toys. Three women in my family collect refrigerator magnets. And who does not know at least one cousin who keeps a shelf-full of tsotchkes from every wedding, baptism and debut she ever went to?
When we were kids, my sisters and I collected stationery, preferably from Sanrio (or from Sanrio clones — I remember a notebook cover printed with “Oh my sadness. Lookiking out of those grey eyes.”). My eldest sister still has some of the Hello Kitty pencils from those days and they are part of a growing stockpile of colorful pencils. But her more showoff-able collection: tiny chairs.
Aren’t those just adorable? She has more than two dozen pieces now, each measuring only a few inches tall. There’s a small swing set, a piano bench, a rocking chair from Vigan, a Shaker-style chair, a butaka (wooden lounge chair), several ‘wrought iron’ ones. She keeps them in a glassed-in shelf, still largely off-limits to her daughter who may touch but not play with them.
My own collection? Bookmarks. Not those on my browser but tangible ones — made of paper, yarn, cloth, leather, metal, plastic, stone, wood, or wire. They’re from everywhere: the Philippines, Korea, Istanbul, USA, Mexico, Germany, Melbourne, Tuscany, etc. Most were acquired by me personally but several are from family and friends .
The oldest that I have are two from 1978 (!) — featuring Andy Gibb and Peter Frampton. They were handed down to me by a sister who preferred Shaun Cassidy, haha. (Kids, I greatly encourage you to click on those links. 😉 )
OK, so now it’s your turn. What do you collect? Books, matchboxes, pilfered hotel towels? Tell us about it in the comments. Better yet, I hope some of you write about your own collection, then let us know (by providing a link in the comments or via a pingback) so we can all go check out your post.
Don’t be shy now. Hey, I showed you Peter Frampton! 😉