Here is my cat collection in all its whiskery glory. It’s not huge, but I’ve just started out and I think it’s quite big enough for my small apartment 😀 I wanted to dust the shelves so I took them all down, the big one came later, and took a picture of them altogether. I just love them all and each piece is unique.
This is probably my favorite piece though:
I promised myself I wouldn’t add a picture of Chester in this post, but he was meowing by the window because he wanted me to open the blinds. I had my camera in hand, so voila 😉
I also have a teapot collection that I haven’t shown in awhile.
The cat teapots serve a dual purpose 😉 Here are my favorite pieces in this collection:
This is an antique teapot, cup, and saucer that I got from my grandma last year. I love these because they are bone china, so they’re very thin and delicate.
I got this one from my grandmother also. It’s not antique, but it’s a VERY nice teapot. I love the colors.
I was just thinking today about how funny collections are. What makes us want to collect random objects and why did I choose to collect the things that I do? I know the answer: I just do. I love cat figurines and teapots and the occasional cat teapot. They are just fun to look for and have around. I love the thrill of the hunt, which is why I go to antique stores quite often. To me, everything has a story and means something to me. Plus, they just make my house so much cuter and that much more unique.
Another answer is, I love to surround myself by pretty and cute things. It has taken some time for me to get my living space looking the way I want it to. It’s not cheap to furnish a place, to furnish it well, and to make it pretty. Slowly over time, I’ve gathered things that I love and made my house a home.
My collections are an expression of myself. I express my love of cats and china through the things I collect. I’ve always been a bit “different.” I think having OCD has contributed to this a bit, but I’ve always had interests that none of my friends growing up did. I knew that I always wanted to travel the world and visit different countries and meet people from various places. Coming from a rural community, this was actually kind of different. I watched the History channel like it was going out of style when I was in middle school and high school. I loved Pokemon as a kid, but never let my “friends” know about it. My brother and I played Pokemon, Magic the Gathering, and TONS of Playstation when we were growing up. Again, I never let my friends know about this. I always felt that I was hiding who I am and was never the kid I wanted to be. I put on a facade most of my life. Now that I’m out on my own and in a stable relationship, keeping up appearances, so to speak, isn’t my priority at all anymore. I mean, I go to work almost as if I just got out of bed (my workplace is very casual, thank goodness). I put my hair in a ponytail and go. If you think this is ok and maybe cute, you are wrong. My ponytail is never straight and I usually have frizzy tendrils sticking every which way. Not cute. Very not cute and honestly, kind of ugly.
At this point in my life, I just could care less about what other people think. Of course, I try to look nice when K and I go out and on the weekends 😉 I CAN look “pretty” or “cute” if I want to. That’s subjective though. When I was in high school I’ll never forget when a jerk called me ugly and my “friend” just laughed and said, “that’s mean.” I went home and cried until I couldn’t see or breathe. It’s also taken me forever to get over my low self-esteem. I think being on anti-depressants has helped with that somewhat.
I want everyone to read this and know that I was a VERY shy child with major self-esteem issues. I can’t remember how many times I’d come home from a stupid school dance and cry my eyes out because the boy I liked didn’t want to dance with me. I wasn’t “cool” or “pretty” enough. I didn’t get over my shyness and low self-esteem until I was in my twenties. I mean, just today I stopped at the post office and an idiot in a BMW stopped right in the middle of the drive way and so I had to go up on the curb slightly to get around him. When we crossed paths outside, I yelled “Oh, yeah, great place to park! Dick!” No one messes with Megan anymore.
Holy crap this post is getting long. I’m fueled by chocolate and a diet Coke (my kryptonite). Calm down Megan.
The message of this rather long post is, love yourself, be yourself, and don’t give a crap what other people think about you, which I know is easier said than done. Give it a go and see how it works out for you.
What sorts of things do you collect?