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♥