You swerve for yard sales. You haunt thrift shops. You have collections stashed all over your house or apartment. You live on ebay.
Don't feel bad about it, it's a highly evolved survival skill. I go in and out of various collections. There's something innately satisfying about amassing things of a similar nature. A true collector will find collecting potential in just about anything. When I was young I used to collect the chestnuts that fell in our neighbor's yard. I can still remember how each beautifully polished shell had a unique swirling pattern of browns and black.
These days there is a constant thwacking of falling acorns hitting the ground,
the deck, or god knows what as they plummet down from the old oak trees
in our yard. The squirrels and chipmunks around our house are going crazy. You can't look out the window or step out the door without coming face to face with an army of them scampering in all directions, each with an oversized chunk of something in its mouth. It's very entertaining, but a little unsettling, too. I mean, there's a constant parade of work going on just outside my window...I don't want to end up like that unfortunate fiddling grasshopper.
Which reminds me...I have to get to the farmer's market before they're all out of tomatoes. Last week they had those little teeny tiny ones for the first time all summer. And I have to get back to Blueberry Bay Farm to pick the last of the blackberries. I've only got a few bags in the freezer.
Oh, and look at the cute vintage nut bowl I found at the thrift store. I had to fill it with something, didn't I?
Sue/the view from great island