How is it that we start a collection? Until recently, I never really considered myself a collector. Having started to blog about my dishes, however, I find that I have a serious collection. Either that, or a serious problem! LOL
I'm not the sort of scholarly collector who knows all about the objects of her passion. I'm more the sort who sees something she likes and says: "That would look really great in my den!" And that's how my latest collection started.
I was in the thrift store one day, when I spotted a lovely flower print. I'm definitely a flower person -- wallpaper, curtains, dishes -- all flowers. Before you could say "crazy flower woman," I had also scooped up four small frames filled with pressed flowers. There was this big 75% off sale going on, so I was going a little crazy.
On a later visit, I found three more.
I don't know why, but these pressed flowers really speak to me. They were obviously made by someone who cherished her blooms and went to the trouble of arranging them in these tiny frames. Did she pick them from her garden? Or during a walk down the lane? Were they, perhaps, a gift from a sweetheart?
I don't really have any answers, but I know I will cherish them in her stead.