Tell me a story…
Tea cups on a table in London’s Camden-Islington neighborhood make me think of collections: baseball cards, stamps, silver spoons, plates, buttons, model cars, matchbox cars, pottery, lace, patterns, tea cups.
I am decidedly anti-collector, but not when it comes to other people’s collections.
I love everything about them, from how they’re displayed to how the collector got started. I can appreciate the time, care, love, and artistry that goes into a collection. But I come from a family of movers and every time I start a collection, I move and a storage unit gets robbed or a box mysteriously disappears.
Send me a photo of your collection, and tell me a story!