Maybe I'm having some sort of bookworm backlash against all the other minimalist books I read earlier this year, but I just finished Collected by Fritz Karch and Rebecca Robinson a big, beautiful coffee table book chock-full of gorgeous photos of all types of collections as well as different types of collectors (minimalist, maximalist, colorist, naturalist, pragmatist, etc.) and had the best time!
Even now, hours after finishing the book, I still feel a little funny in the head. (Bug jewelry! Eyeglasses! Sculptures made from peach pits! Colored knitting needles! Giant-sized Campbell's soup cans!) The desire to collect anything and everything is blooming out of me like a flower. The Kondo Effect is holding this impulse in check, however. With one exception, I held myself down and went through the house taking pictures and tried to remember that this place is already groaning with collected treasures:
|My turtle collection. This used to be a lot bigger; I did some severe editing. Now I wish I had some of the pieces back again, like the perfume bottle shaped like a turtle from Avon.|
|I went through a minaturist phase when I was younger. This is what remains. I can't see myself getting back into miniatures. Well, yes I can, but only a tiny bit.|
|My Pulitzer Fiction collection. It's coming along nicely, and it can never be complete since a new book is added almost every year.|
|My mom is a maximalist when it comes to collecting. There's her Beanie Baby collection, her cookbook collection, her Hummel collection and her dishtowel collection. Here's her refrigerator magnet collection.|
|By all means, check out Collected. It's both beautiful and amusing. How many books can you say that about?|