I’ve never been a “collector. ” Many people are. I have a friend who collects Depression Glass; another who collects rocks and gems. My daughter-in-law used to collect turtles (not live ones though), and another friend collects all things related to elephants. I also have a friend who collects all-things-stars.
My husband collects model cars. Not all model cars. Just one. The 1955 Chevy Nomad. That was his first car. He bought it in 1965 for $500. He sold it 2 years later for $500 and thought he was a great financier. Now they are worth about $75,000+. Drat! Anyway, to me “collections” are just “dust catchers.” Especially when they are on open-shelf display. Which his were.
So I set about to find a way to reduce the dust that the cars gathered and create a more esthetic display as well. I found this golden oak cabinet that someone was selling for $60. It has glass shelves, interior lighting, and with a nice paint job, it would be perfect for my (our) needs. I started the makeover by taping off the glass to protect it from the paint.
I painted it using Annie Sloane’s Old White chalk paint, distressed it by sanding along the edges, and used a gel stain to antique it. We are in the middle of moving some furniture around right now, so the cabinet is sitting in the middle of the room, but at least, you get the idea of the finished product. And actually, the cabinet isn’t the main focus of this story. I am.
Remember I said we were moving furniture around? Well, actually we are moving furniture from one room to another, totally switching the purposes of each room.
As I was settling into my “new” craft room, I had an epiphany. I AM a collector. You can’t see my collection. I don’t have to dust it. But, nevertheless, I guess I do fall into the category of a collector.
While some might call me a collector of fabric, I prefer to think of myself as a collector of “possibilities.” I love the smell of new fabric. I love looking at the patterns and feeling the texture of the material. But what I think entices me the most is all of the possibilities that are before me when I look at my fabric stash. What will I do with the yellow fabric with the adorable little flowers on it? Or the red-checked fabric that reminds me of a picnic? Actually, that’s what my husband asks me too, “What are you going to do with this all?”
My answer? “If I do nothing but look at it, that’s enough for me.”
After all, what is he going to do with all of his model cars?