A Collector’s Mania

We admit it, we are collectors.  We sometimes even confess to the words pack rat and hoarder, although we would like to think we are tidier than the latter two terms would suggest.  On top of being collectors, we are collectors of numerous things.  One collection just won’t do.  Jewelry, dolls, cooking pamphlets, and kitchen stuff we have in common.  Separately, aprons, pottery, books, oriental things, NOT cow creamers and Stieff, bark pictures, crazy wooden things, and that is just off the top of my head.  I am sure there are more.  So this post is dedicated to collecting!

We recently attended a sale of a long-time local resident.  In fact, he was my family doctor from the time I was a tot, till his retirement while I was in my late 30s.  He passed away a dozen or so years ago, but apparently someone else had been living in the house up until just a few months ago, and all the stuff was still there.  It was a magnificent sale, and we had a really good time.  Here is a sampling of a few of our favorite pieces from this long-time collector.

The Mrs. must have really liked depression glass:

There was more than just this table, too.  It’s really too bad that this is not that popular any more, as it really is so dainty and pretty.  It’s still super useful, as well.  I noticed that the glass did not sell at all on the first day of the sale, but on the second day at half price, it flew out the door.

We both had to grudgingly admit to being really fond of this telephone:

Thank goodness someone else snapped it up, before we could become hoarders of telephones.  I am not sure who you would call on this, but it surely begs for a call to Zsa Zsa or Liberace.  A telemarketer would be a sacrilege.

We also thought this stove was downright adorable:

The baby picture behind it is pretty cute, too.  We always look at these things and think how thrilled that housewife was to get something so helpful for her kitchen.

There were not a lot of oriental things in the house, but this beautiful kimono was hanging on the living room wall:

Isn’t it wonderful when clothes are art?

On a side note, one of the first things I spotted at this sale was a copy of the History of Larimer County by Ansel Watrous.  This local history book was first published in 1911, and those early copies are very rare.  This one was a leather-bound edition in wonderful condition.  Called my hubby and asked if he wanted to plunk down the $125 to make it our own.  We have been looking for a nice copy for years.  Of course he did, and after I got home with it as well as several other local history books (did I say we collect books?) he was so excited by it, that he promptly went and purchased the 1972 reprint, which isn’t super cheap either, just so he could read it, and not damage the original.  That’s what book collectors do.  At least this is on his head, not mine.

On a collecting note, we saw this box at the thrifts a bit ago:

Seriously?  We could fill that puppy up with one trip to the thrift store, and not even blink.  If that is all the collectibles you have, you are a PIKER, and not worthy of the name collector.

This is more like it:

This does not only count for dolls.  I don’t care if you collect Rolls-Royces, I bet that you can find a garage somewhere to put one more in.  Just ask a real collector.  And don’t even get me started on jewelry or those other tiny things.  Thousands of pieces of jewelry actually do begin to take up space.  Who knew?

For those wanting to begin their own collection, have I found the thing for you.  Why not art?  Art, you say, isn’t that expensive?  Well, here is how to start out:

I found this brochure on our recent trip to Santa Fe, NM.  They have taken old cigarette machines and converted them to dispense art!  This sent me on a quest to find one of these machines.  Found this one near the plaza:

And found one at the Meow Wolf complex. (By the way, if you get the chance to visit there, it is pretty crazy!)  Had to give it a try, and here is my new art:

Each item is the size of a pack of cigarettes, of course.  They either come in boxes or on wooden blocks.  The box contained the small green print and button, and the block has a cool Zentangle drawing.

The drawing is an actual original work, and my favorite:

The drawing was held in place with photo corners and wrapped in plastic (see the above pic).  On looking at the info on the project, I found out that the artist is paid $2.50 on each sale, and the group of artists that do the Zentangle ones then use the money they make to make microloans to third world artists.  Isn’t it amazing what one tiny drawing can do?  And my dollies get some original artwork, as I will frame it and add it to their collection!

After looking at the site, artomat.org, I found out some more places with the machines.  For those interested, check it out.  You can also find out how to be an Artomat artist.  Noticed that there are eight machines in the Cosmopolitan Hotel in Vegas, and I am heading there for a doll convention this summer.  More art, oh wait, is that a collection?

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1 Response to A Collector’s Mania

  1. I have friends who have art in vending machines. Such a cool idea!

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