Is collecting just a better way of saying “hording”? In my case, I am sure it is.
I have a few collections; vintage sewing patterns, fabric and badges. I think my husband would disagree with my definition of ‘collection’ when it comes to my fabric and patterns, I think he feels it’s just excessive and slightly obsessive. My draws are bulging under the weight of fabric and however hard I try it doesn’t seem to diminish. I am actually quite OK with that.
But my badge collection, that’s a different matter, it’s really is quite fabulous. I have been collecting badges since I was very young. According to my collection, ‘I AM 3’ is probably one of my first badges. But I know the real collecting started at about 7 or 8. I think in the late 70’s/early 80’s badges were quite the thing. You would sneeze and get a badge for it. There are some real corkers in this collection, most come from family holidays to Guernsey in the Channel Islands and day trips to local parks and museums.
A favourite is the sky blue “Rotherham Museum” badge with lions head. I am from Rotherham, a mining town in South Yorkshire. It had a small museum with Victorian oddities, like a pickled cat with 6 legs in a jar, local pottery and the ‘piece de resistance’, a stuffed lion in the entrance hall that had seen better days.
I should also mention the Drapers Dance Centre badge, slightly rusted and sparkling with 70’s charm. It was the dancing school where I spent most of my childhood, Saturday mornings learning ballroom and jazz. Spot the Samba, Cha Cha, Rumba and Jive awards. If I had my time again I would have loved to be a professional ballroom dancer, can you imagine how much fun I could have had with those dresses!
This is only about half of my collection but in this small selection exists most of my childhood memories.