The thought occured to me sometime this morning: I have some odd collections. Some are quite run of the mill, others, just odd.
The first: coins. I like all sorts. New, old, foreign, and defaced.
Second: stamps. I got a letter from Lete when she was in England, and that's where I got those queen ones. I like the fruit ones. They are fun.
Third: worry dolls. This one is an interesting one. When I was in 8th grade, I took Spanish for the first time. The teacher of the class, Mr. Felix, used to let us play Bingo with the dinero he gave out in class. As a result of one of these Bingo tournaments, I won these worry dolls. Apparently you tell these little dolls all your worries, and then stick them under your pillow, and by morning, when you wake up, the dolls have taken the worries away. A little strange, and yet I still have them, and have accrued more when I find them.
Fourth: dice. I don't know how, but somehow I have a small collection of dice. I can't remember why or how I have any of these.
Fifth: pins. This is too is an accidental collection. And yes, I really do keep them in the carquest fuse box. Except the three largest ones. The lid won't close with them in it.
Sixth: books. I like them a lot. These are just the ones I have organized on my pretty bookcase.
I have other collections too: pictures, postcards, scrapbooks, tins, scrapbooking supplies, rocks, shells, and the list goes on. I try not to get too carried away, but sometimes, one does.
