We gather, we collect
I love seeing what people treasure and collect. I have always collected objects, small treasures that only have value to me. I spent hours carefully arranging and organising my tiny treasures.
‘Fancy paper’ was huge when I was a little girl. Carefully collected, bought and swapped the ‘fancy paper’ was nothing more than writing sets and notebooks with pretty pictures. ‘Littley’s’ were my favorite; one inch tall notepads which I swapped with my classmates. Envelopes with matching paper were stored with others in writing sets and the covers and cases of the sets were highly valued. I still love the smell of them and just opening the envelopes throws me right back to my childhood.
My Mother is a collector too and she keeps a tiny museum in her memory box which she stores on top of her wardrobe. I lost half a day rummaging through her treasures and taking photographs of my favorites. She kept all the cards she received since she was a child right through the acceptance cards to her wedding, letters ticket stubs.
This is my very first Doll. Once I had tired of her my mother picked her up and carefully packed her away. The red collar belongs to a beloved pet ‘Hatty’ who died a few years ago. My mom even kept a pony tail length of hair I had cut off which eerily still keeps the auburn colour I lost when I reached my teens.
These 70’s cards are so sweet and so uniquely of their time. I love how they capture who my mother was when she was young as well as showing intriguing glimpses of her life like young men, for instance, or parties.
I plan to photograph other people’s collections, other careful treasuries. We can learn so much about each other just by seeing what little things we value.