The Real Deal On Collecting

Years ago, before I had busted out as my designer-y self, Martha Stewart totally freaked my shit out over the idea of having a "collection." I *wanted* to collect stuff, but it sounded scary, and serious and overwhelming.

What the fuck was I supposed to collect? This decision seemed akin to deciding who you were going to marry. Choose wisely, cause you'll be collecting this shit for THE REST OF YOUR LIFE.

Martha's collections were epic, natch. And if I was going to collect stuff too, of course I wanted to collect it like a fucking rockstar. But I didn't know what to collect, and I was afraid about pulling the trigger cause then I would be stuck with all this shit and maybe it wasn't the shit I *actually* wanted to be collecting? Drabware? Eh. Fiestaware? Meh?

So I did nothing. And then more nothing. And I got older and older and had no collections of anything. And then it just hit me one day: FUCK THAT NOISE.

And then I figured it alllll out! And it was easy! And I was collecting shit left and right!

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