I am a collector of random, unrelated, inconsequential stuff. My badge collection has been increased five-fold by the lucky acquisition of a bag of 70s classics from the Oxfam shop recently. I'll take another photo one day.
I have several burgeoning collections which include:
orange vases (5)
soup bowls with handles (various)
tea sets for the day I have a lovely shed or caravan in the garden
5 perfect Nat West Wade pigs (thanks Nan)
fabric (see below)
I also have collections of items that belonged to other people but have found their way to me. These include embroidery threads, sewing boxes, stamps, coins and photographs.
I saw Edmund de Waal talk about his fascinating book 'The Hare with Amber Eyes' last week. I've just started the book and I can see that I have similar feelings about collections and objects although I recognise that the things I call mine spring from a different source, from ordinariness and day to dayness. He talks of how passing on collections and objects creates a story.
Sometimes I dream of clutter-free living but I know that I would find it impossible. I hear that we should simplify, rationalise and clear our surfaces and I see evidence of clean lines and white walls in almost every interiors magazine I come across. I try sometimes to make a clean sweep and clear away unnecessary distractions but I like them and I like them in teetering, towering piles.