Have you ever noticed how easy it is to build up a collection of something without being fully aware how big it's getting? In my grandmother's case, it was owls. Someone gave her something owl-shaped once, and she said she liked it, so everyone gave her owls all the time: jewelry, salt & pepper shakers, dish towels, bric-a-brac. You name it, she
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I recently opened the door to "Beatles stuff" again -- but that's it!
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And books, of course. =)
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But me, no. I kind of wish I were identified in some way with something, but only my mother likes to give me chicken stuff (with the advent of our small flock last autumn). We'll have to see if it catches on. I am not the collecting personality -- unless you count assorted random items that I can't get rid of because I might need it someday . . .
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I have an aunt who is a collecting personality who collects commemorative teaspoons and plates and thimbles and dolls and, well, all sorts of things. I am not of that ilk.
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