A recent conversation with old friends and new led to an entertaining discussion of odd objects kept around one’s home – everything from helmets and hats to gnomes and birds.
One of my favorite types of collections are those to be found in kitchens – worn cooking utensils, copper pots and pans that are both displayed and occasionally used, and of course, interesting plates, goblets, or other objects that are both functional and beautiful.
I wonder if the act of collecting is a facet of human behavior that comforts us on some level we rarely articulate. Psychologically speaking, most of us are more at ease around what is familiar, even if we also enjoy our adventures away.
Visually, the repetition of objects can be soothing and pleasing. Some of us like things neatly aligned and spaced in certain ways; others prefer an abundance of items that somehow form a cohesive whole – perhaps a collection of black and white photographs hung salon-style or a display case filled with silver spoons collected as souvenirs.
What people choose to collect fascinates me. Some of it may be purely for fun, while we may also pursue our collections in a laser-focused fashion. Certainly, our collections reflect who we are – at least at a point in time.
Collections Touching Childhood
There are those who collect shells or rocks, and they are reminders of vacations and moments we cherish.
There are those who collect stamps or coins or vintage baskets, antique quilts picked up at flea markets or bought at auction, and these collectors are invested in the research and rarity of their finds, as well as the objects themselves.
There are those who collect milk glass or political pins, or as so many did when I was a child, baseball cards! History is a facet of the pleasure in these collections, though by no means the only pleasure to be had.
This article at The Times offers us a glimpse into Dr. Ruth’s living space, as she discusses her favorite objects. I confess that when I saw her doll house (I have one that is similar), I thought back to the hours of my childhood spent arranging tiny furnishings in miniature rooms.
No doubt I still have a few items tucked away, probably in the attic.
Whether it’s tin toys from mid-century or earlier, or antiques that draw us with their craftsmanship and their patina, perhaps the invocation of pleasant memories (or significant ones) is part of the appeal.
High End Collections: Wine Cellar, Anyone?
I have known serious collectors of wine, and on occasion, been privileged to taste a fine bottle from a wine cellar, along with an elaborate explanation to go with the experience of tasting it. While that’s certainly a high-end passion, it’s lovely to be on the receiving end, don’t you think?
I’ve always enjoyed entering the interiors of those who are passionate about books; I’ve known individuals who love rare books, especially first editions, and often in a particular genre. I’ve known others who collect poetry books or art references, and I admit that I cherish the encyclopedia-like texts on old glass and china that were once part of my mother’s extensive library.
For those who collect art, as I have in the past, the pursuit is a significant element of the pleasure. Naturally, there can be high ticket purchases for collectors with the resources – recall those multimillion dollar figures at recent modern art auctions? – although for many of us, value is derived from the stories in the artwork, knowledge of the artists themselves, and our search for the latest acquisition – at least as much as the visual and the market value.
Our collections represent our journeys – fueled by curiosity, amusement, personal interests and possibly habit – as well as aesthetics. My grandfather was a musician; he collected instruments, some of which were displayed on a wall in my grandparents’ den.
- Do you collect?
- What do you collect?
- Do others of your friends or family enjoy collecting?
- Do you know the difference between collecting and hoarding?
Collecting or Hoarding?
While my sons like to tease me from time to time that I’m a hoarder – and I admit, there are no doubt too many objects of all sorts in my little home – there are certainly distinctions to be made between a collector and a hoarder.
When you enter a collector’s home, you can still find your way to a chair or a sofa, not to mention a table at which to sit and have a meal!
Sure, you may be sharing that meal with a stack of books or a few other cherished objets, but there’s no question of navigating the space and no, you will not be seated next to gnomes!
My affinity for chairs is a possible example. Not only do I have small scale models of a few 20th century classics, but there are antique child’s chairs and an admitted abundance of others – one of which I used to display on the wall as art.
One Person’s Trash is Another Person’s Treasure
Of course, just as we say that one person’s trash is another person’s treasure, for those who like their spaces utterly uncluttered, almost any sort of collection – other than a carefully curated display of design-approved objects – is considered disarray.
As much as I enjoy entering a tidy house, I feel less at ease in one that tells no stories from its family photos or personal collections. I find pristine environments beautiful to look at, serene to experience for a brief amount of time, and then… I want out!
There’s no question that my living space tells my stories – perhaps more than I would like at times. I also wouldn’t say no to telling my tales in neater fashion. But I’ll take a touch of chaos, mess, personality and reality over the impeccable façade, as pretty as I may find it.
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