I have a philosophy that says everyone needs a Collection. An obsessive, irrational and embarrassing attraction to one thing…plastic containers, wreaths, tea cups…you get the idea.
I confess to embracing this philosophy frequently *cough cough* and often find myself coming away from a store with certain things clutched in hand. Vases. Blue and white china. Old-fashioned tins. Milk glass. Antique quilts.
There are of course, rules to the Collection game. Two, to be precise.
The first is that a collection can’t be too useful. The more decorative the better, the type of thing that is for beauty’s sake alone. It’s just cheating to collect pots and pans – except of course if they are rusty, antique or otherwise impractical.