These images from Veranda Magazine this month got me thinking. Not just that I love the Zulu wire work, which I do. It got me thinking about collecting and about the fact that I collected items when I was younger with wild abandon. As I’ve gotten older, I’ve edited those collections by either ridding myself of the collection entirely or by purchasing in a more calculated fashion. My husband and I jokingly blame it on “the kid” – braces, team sports, food, piano lessons, and all of his varied expenses. If I’m honest, I think we’ve just slowed a bit and are more educated.
I’m still wild for blue and white transferware “state plates” and always have my eye open. I’m still crazy for hand-embroidered pillowcases. And, hands down, I will never have enough handpainted dishware from the Deruta region of Italy. Ever. And glazed blue pots. And split oak baskets from the Ozarks. And….
I check up on a few blogs daily. If you are a collector, check out collectionaday2010.blogspot.com. The way each daily selection is presented is visually very stimulating, but what overwhelms me is when the description says “part of a larger collection”.
That’s when the minimalist in me overrules the collector.
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