Collectioning

I have always been a collector.

I have a hunch I was born this way. No doubt the collector gene runs absolutely rampant in my family. As a kid I remember my mum keenly inspecting the mail to see which stamp had been dutifully licked and stuck to the envelope. Mum was (and still is) a mad stamp collector. They have to be used stamps. They have to be Australian stamps. Any stamp will do… (even those new-fangled sticker ones with the pre-cut perforations) as long as the corners aren’t ripped. (Heaven forbid.) And they HAVE to have a post mark. But this isn’t about mum’s awesome volumes of stamps... Nor her cabinet full of retro salt and pepper shakers, nor her collection of pretty floral china tea cups and saucers, (so lovely!) nor her collection of touristy teaspoons, or old postcards... Um.. I think you get the picture... I was always destined (doomed) to be a collector. 
No, this post is not about my wonderful collecting mum. This is about me and MY collections. (Ahh yes... note the plural.)

I think it might’ve started in primary school. Mum the tea-drinking-collector used to sip Tuckfields Tynee-Tips tea. And in each box of two-billion tea bags you’d score ONE Australian bird card. I love birds. So this was for me. Luckily mum drinks upwards of 90,000 cups of tea daily, so it didn’t take long to GET ALLLLL OF THEM. Mum still has them. Four glorious volumes of Australian Bird Cards as a reminder of the years when she drank more than all the tea in China so her darling first born could GET THE SET.

'The Set.' Note my favourite card... The Major Mitchell or 'Pink' Cockatoo. ...On a page containing three completely unrelated birds, the Pelican, the Brolga and the Cassowary... Really?? Who collated this?

'The Set.'
Note my favourite card... The Major Mitchell or 'Pink' Cockatoo. ...On a page containing three completely unrelated birds, the Pelican, the Brolga and the Cassowary... Really?? Who collated this?

But the cool doesn’t stop there.

Now having been sucked into the hard-core world of the collector, AND as a newly sworn-in Brownie Guide (a Tintookie no less) I totally went for my Collector Badge. And was awarded it in a completely fabulous Brownie Guide ceremony - not unlike the Academy Awards. (I was resplendent in yellow skivvy, brown socks and desert boots.)

Me totes loving Brownie life. Blurry photo credit: Brown Owl c 1983.

Me totes loving Brownie life.
Blurry photo credit: Brown Owl c 1983.

Here are just a few of the other badges I collected in the Brownie years...

Funny how thirty years later I still love sciencey weather stuff, photography, coffee and art. (I was well into my single origin, first press espresso back then.)

Funny how thirty years later I still love sciencey weather stuff, photography, coffee and art. (I was well into my single origin, first press espresso back then.)

As the years rolled on I found myself in Girl Guides (I know… it just gets better huh?) and BAM scored myself another Collector Badge.

Legit photo of my GG Collector Badge. Does that make me a collector of Collectors’ Badges??) (ps: Awesome if yes.)

Legit photo of my GG Collector Badge. Does that make me a collector of Collectors’ Badges??) (ps: Awesome if yes.)

As a fully fledged grown-up in the world of adults I sometimes wish I could go for another Collector Badge, as the collecting just catapults to another level once you have an income.

I’m fascinated by collections and what others feel compelled to hunt and gather. I have a friend who collects Bakelite salt and pepper shakers in the shape of bombs… they’re completely brilliant! This collection also gets bonus points for being just a little bit bonkers.

Over the coming weeks I am going to share with you my collection of collections. (Can you please try to contain your excitement?) If you'd like to see a sample of some of the stuff I love to collect take a look at my Pinterest board. I’d just love to know what you collect too. So feel free to share… I promise I wont laugh (come on… you’ve seen me in socks and sandals…) ^ ^ ^


- Kathy. x