I don’t know why I like them.  Or why I get goofy and call them Lelees.  But, I kinda like elephants.  I’m liking them enough to want keep some around.

The first elephants I remember buying are in AllHailsQueenMommy’s living room.  It was a family of 4.  Mother and children.  I bought them from a guy selling his wares at the base of the Eiffel Tower.  It was the last night of spring break and they caught my attention.  Wooden Lelees carved by hand.  I’ll show them to you next time I head home.

This one↑.  I think I’m going to want to take with me whenever I move.  I had the choice of two apartments in my building.  They were right across from each other.  The door knocker chose for me.

It’s still early going for me and the elephants.  I like the idea of collecting.  I just don’t know if I’m cut out for the work of it.  Maybe, I’ll just let myself think it’s random when I notice multiples of anything.

Are you a random keeper or do you passionately collect?

Nikki♥

Every couple of days since the beginning of the new year,  I’ve been checking out artist Lisa Congdon’s latest project.  I’m intrigued by her intention to capture a collection a day for the entire year.

It makes me think about the things I keep.  I got rid of a lot when I moved across country.  What becomes fascinating, to me at least, are the little things I couldn’t leave behind.

Have you done a major purge?  How do you assign value to what stays and goes?  Any regrets?

I still miss some of my stuff, but also feel free from having so much.

Nikki♥

I still don't know how, where or when I would have gotten this as a promo.

So, I’m working on a post about collections inspired by artist Lisa Congdon’s A Collection A Day, 2010 project.  I’ve been thinking about the things I brought with me from back east.  I kinda have stuff, but I don’t actively collect.  I just seem to keep some of the same kinds of things.  I’m documenting the few that have interesting stories or that tend to send me off thought wandering.

I was looking through my LPs to see if there was anything I wanted to shoot, when I realized that I hadn’t touched the 45s in ages.  I didn’t even know what was there.

I couldn’t believe what I found.  Just after Antidisestablishmentarianism, was Micheal Jackson’s Thriller leaning against the Purple Cat below.  It was this moment where I saw Junior High Me & Record Store Clerk Me giving each other the head nod of recognition as they passed each other in my memory.

Nikki♥