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They say that the world is divided into two types of people; those who collect, and those who don’t. I never thought of myself as a collector, but I do know that I accidentally accumulate things, and I am sometimes reluctant to let some of them go.

Never a fan of sameness, I tend to like things for all different types of reasons. I buy necklaces for their uniqueness, used-worn-down pencils (not sure why, but they always make me smile), photographs of people being happy and spontaneous, and old childrens books (I love the stories, the care with which they were created, and of course the words…). I also like to see, or use what I have, so I don’t buy something unless I really want it. I guess it still counts as a type of collecting, but I rationalize that if they are labors of love, and in neat little categories, then I am not really a collector.

(Sometimes, when I am having a moment, the word collector conjures up visions of a Star Trek Convention, with grown men wearing plastic, pointy ears, waiting for Captain Kirk to sign their original lunch box from 1969). Although I am a big fan of William Shatner, I don’t fall into this category of collecting. If you are a person who does, then collecting is probably a constant quest to accumulate everything connected to your favorite subject or hobby, and where you will put it is a secondary thought in the process. The fun thing about this type of collecting is that it is never-ending, and the joy is definitely more about the chase than how you intend to display it in your home.

Some collections often start out as gifts. We might notice that a friend likes to drink tea, so we buy them a new teapot for their birthday. She loves it so much, that we decide that surely she would like three even better than two. Before we know it, other people have noticed, and they are thrilled to give her a gift that she will automatically love. We remember that she always wanted to visit Paris, so we order a Parisian teapot for her online. Before you know it, it has become a bit of a gift-giving game; we discover the wonderful new world of teapots, and we present her with a new one for every occasion. Years later, she still looks at them fondly, but realizes that all she really wants is a cup of tea (made with a teabag) not 57 teapots scattered throughout her kitchen…

Whatever may have prompted you to collect, here are some thoughts on living happily (and decoratively) with your favorite obsessions:

– If you don’t absolutely love it, store it, sell it, or give it away.
– Be realistic. Don’t hang onto it just because “it may be worth money some day”. It may, but will you, or your children, ever really sell it?
– If it’s very important to you, label and date, or catalog, each item when you get it.
– Choose one or two areas in your home for your collection; a shelf, a room, a basement, a wall etc. Don’t expand these spaces as you collect; just pack away what doesn’t fit, and rotate the items every now and again.
– Be creative, not formal, with your displays. If it is something small, consider piling them in bowls, jars or boxes. Layer items on shelves, instead of lining them up like soldiers. Not every single thing has to be seen completely at all times.
– Don’t be afraid of change. If you are getting bored with your collection, store it away for a while. If you miss it, bring it back, if you don’t, then don’t.
– Store it properly. If it is worth taking up space in your cellar, then take care of it, and invest in proper containers and packing materials.
– If it is useful, use it.
– Tell your friends and family, kindly, if you are getting tired of collecting something. They won’t know unless you tell them, and no-one wants to give (or receive) gifts that are no longer appreciated.

I have to confess, that sometimes I buy fruit just because I like the way they are going to look in my cast iron bowl. Perhaps this could be called a temporary collection? Would love to hear what you collect. Drop me a line, and I will post it on my blue giraffe Facebook page.

Wendy E. Wrzos http://wendyandthebluegiraffe.blogspot.com/

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I have papers pinned to a corner of my office wall. It started off in an organized way, but has slowly grown into a happy mix of  things that I just like to look at. My first thought was that I wanted a vision board, but that made me feel too controlled by what “should” be there. Then, I thought of a design inspiration board – again, too restricting. So, I started a “possibilities” board.  The word, to me, conjures up ideas of infinite dreams and thoughts. No limitations. 

Everyone should have a space to display wonderful, papery things. Don’t stop to analyze their significance; choose anything that you like and encourage the randomness of it all. Here are a few of the things that I have posted.

– A funny childrens book by John Lithgow called  “I am a Manatee” .

– Old picture, torn from a magazine, of men diving into a swimming pool, the Eiffel Tower casually iconic in the background.

– Email from a dear friend telling me how much I had brightened her day.

– Newspaper article about Roger Ebert; discussing his illness and how he tries to live each day with dignity and as much joy as he can.

– Photograph of the delightfully crooked Serendipity Cottage (the Inn that was featured in Nights in Rodanthe) as it begins to collapse into the sea. Just looking at it’s fragile beauty transports me to a fairytale state of mind.

– A handwritten note from my favorite designer in the entire world,  Alexandra Stoddard.

– A nighttime photograph of an old house in a field. A scene from the movie “Casablanca” is projected onto the side of it (now, that is a date I want to go on).

– A swatch of the most perfect mustard yellow that I have ever seen.

www.thebluegiraffe.com

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I have a vintage necklace with a metal Elephant on the bottom of it. As it’s quite bold I can only wear it with certain outfits. I like Elephants, but I don’t have an unusual affection for them. It was my mother-in-law’s, Anita, she passed away many years ago. After she had gone, her husband gave me some of her more unusual pieces of jewelry; he recognized that side of me before I did.  At the time I was a little unsure about being known for originality, it bothered me a bit. I preferred to blend in.

Now, I like originality; nothing makes me happier than to go into someones home, to see a collection of personal treasures that are filled with meaning for the person that lives there.

I have a friend who loves Elephants. What started off as a pair of Elephant earrings, turned into an obsession that knows no bounds. She will buy anything that has an Elephant on it, or is even remotely in the shape of an Elephant. Elephants make her happy.

When you first go into her home it is a little startling to see the old-fashioned etagere’s filled with hundreds and hundreds of these creatures. They are made of every substance imaginable; some of them exquisite and colorful, others clumsy and dark.

Initial thought is that she may be a little mad. But, she’s not. It is a collection of her beloved things, and she is not embarrassed to show them off. This is one of the things I love about her; she embraces her Elephants, and her own uniqueness. She displays them with no apologies, amassed together, in a room that is used every day.

When we display what we love, people react. It is a feeling; regardless of whether or not we love what we are looking at, we are swept up into what is important. It is a privilege to peek inside someones personal belongings, and a joy to imagine what they see.

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