by Joan Kayse
No, not y’all. There would be no point to this blog post if my Bandita pals and our BB’s weren’t here. Just, uh avert your eyes now and again.
What prompted this little bit of paranoia and inspired the topic of this post was my collection of Precious Moments figurines.
Yes, those sweet, cute, lovely little collectibles that I went hog wild as a new nurse, still living at home with expendable income and bought. I have, oh about a hundred of them. At the time that I bought them they “spoke to me”. Some saying that made sense such as “There is a Light at the End of the Tunnel” or “His Eye is On the Sparrow”. Others I bought just because they were “pretty” or represented something special to me such as a nurse figurine or the little girl playing in sand that resembled my blonde, blue eyed goddaughter. And of course, what collector worth her salt wouldn’t have the complete Nativity scene in porcelain?
But now they’re getting on my nerves.
They’ve been perched over my computer desk for too long. Those beady little eyes are STARING at me! Morning, noon and night. Just like Eddie the dog from one of my favorite episodes of “Frazier”. He keeps staring at Frazier causing him to blurt “Stop staring at me!” LOL.
So it’s time for them to go, to leave, get packed away until I can figure out how to sell them at profit on eBay.
Well, hoping to make money on collectibles is one way of justifying obsession with little clay people….or thimbles…or stuffed animals…..or Mickey Mouse…or spoons... You get the picture. I’ve only managed to make a deal with one of my little people. I sold a “Sugar Town” original signpost for $125. Paid $10 for it. That was over ten years ago.
Some articles I’ve read propose that collecting is a way to expand our social lives, to fill a void, to give us a sense of control. In a way, I can see where that might be the case but there is also just the fun of hunting down that elusive item, coveting a piece of history or snagging a deal on a rare find. Really, you’d have to have fun to travel thousands of miles as some do to visit flea markets searching for 1960’s lunch boxes. This is all well and good.
But then you have to DUST them.
Sometimes the things people collect will surprise you. My brother collects Mickey Sorcerer Fantasia items. Figurines, pictures, clocks. I’ve known my brother for years :-) and to find out he really liked this piece of Disney magic surprised me. And I’ll admit to having been an accomplice to his addiction by buying pieces for Christmas and birthdays. I'm such an enabler.
Remember Beanie Babies? Raise your hand if you were one of the ones who stood in line for hours at the card store, surfed the net for deals or wrestled a mother of two to the ground for the last Beanie duck. Reminded me a lot of the original Cabbage Patch kids furor. Yes, I confess it here and now. After searching for months for a Cabbage Patch doll for above mentioned goddaughter, then age 3, I found one at a fireworks store outside of Nashville. Sat with that blonde, pigtailed doll on my lap all the way home and then….then I kept it for myself! She's still appalled that I did that. (It's mine, mine, mine bwhahahahaha)
I’m pretty much past all of this obsessiveness now, hence the recent cleaning out of clutter. Oh, I’ll keep a few of the Beanie Babies critters standing sentinal over my computer....
Is that goat STARING at me?
What about you? What do you collect? What is the strangest thing you or someone you know has collected? Tell me and a lucky poster will win a $10 Borders gift card…you can add it to your collection :-)