I went to a psychic. she has never been to my home, and I don't talk about the elephants.
She said there was a female relative - a matriarch - who had passed who was "close by" and she wanted to say that "everything is ok and that I was going in the right direction". But she (the psychic" was a bit confused because all she was seeing was "elephants in a field of yellow flowers... oh they're buttercups! somehow I feel that's important... but I don't know why."
My Grandmother collected the elephant figurines, and she always called me her 'little buttercup'.
Collections are the work of the devil. Once it's a Collection, and not just Stuff, you can't throw it away becEause... it's a Collection. The absolute worst is that awful tat which manufactured purely for the purpose of being Collected. L at Container World has a Collection of horrid little ceramic teddy bear figures which she has to keep in the boxes they came in, in case they get damaged, because they are a Collection.
I have a collection of Kerrang! magazines from 1984 to about 1992 which I cannot bear to throw away, because I fear they have become a Collection. Death to Collections!
(... wine for breakfast this morning, although technically it is lunch...)
Things arrived weekly that HAD TO BE COLLECTED!! it said so on the box => Collect all six! People were commanded and they obeyed in droves.
They were usually horrid plastic thing that were meant to be cute. Although "boy toys" had their share of collectibles aswell...
When the Special barbies arrived it was a zoo... matronly types would phone in a panic - Do we have the new "Harley Davidson/Bob Mackie dress/Ballet Princess/etc" edition. Then they would rush to the store to buy three (that was the limit)
Three? Ma'am, you have three grandchildren?
Oh Lordy No! These aren't for my grandbabies!! These are for me! One for me to take out and play with. One for me to put in a display case in the parlour, and one to keep in the box and put away so that we'll always have one.
err.. right... good plan ma'am.
Dang! You can have wine at all hours today.. cuz apparently we can't take it with us up to rapture - better drink it all now.
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she has never been to my home, and I don't talk about the elephants.
She said there was a female relative - a matriarch - who had passed who was "close by" and she wanted to say that "everything is ok and that I was going in the right direction". But she (the psychic" was a bit confused because all she was seeing was "elephants in a field of yellow flowers... oh they're buttercups! somehow I feel that's important... but I don't know why."
My Grandmother collected the elephant figurines, and she always called me her 'little buttercup'.
I never told the psychic.
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he's a bit more "open" now.
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I have a collection of Kerrang! magazines from 1984 to about 1992 which I cannot bear to throw away, because I fear they have become a Collection. Death to Collections!
(... wine for breakfast this morning, although technically it is lunch...)
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Things arrived weekly that HAD TO BE COLLECTED!! it said so on the box => Collect all six! People were commanded and they obeyed in droves.
They were usually horrid plastic thing that were meant to be cute. Although "boy toys" had their share of collectibles aswell...
When the Special barbies arrived it was a zoo... matronly types would phone in a panic - Do we have the new "Harley Davidson/Bob Mackie dress/Ballet Princess/etc" edition. Then they would rush to the store to buy three (that was the limit)
Three? Ma'am, you have three grandchildren?
Oh Lordy No! These aren't for my grandbabies!! These are for me! One for me to take out and play with. One for me to put in a display case in the parlour, and one to keep in the box and put away so that we'll always have one.
err.. right... good plan ma'am.
Dang! You can have wine at all hours today.. cuz apparently we can't take it with us up to rapture - better drink it all now.
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