Collections.

I love collections of things. I love they way they look, all clustered together. But do you know what I love the most about collections? How, often, they seem to just grow by themselves. You'll pick something up at an opshop, or be given something, and then you suddenly start to accumulate them left right and centre.

These are some of my favourite groups in my house. The tins seem to have gathers themselves, the white vases were mostly my Nana's. The records and robots are Abraham's, he will often receive a robot for Christmas or a birthday but these days they don't always make it to the cabinet. Two of the dolls (there are actually four) were my sisters when she was little and I always loved them just as much as my more modern Barbies and Sindys. The fabric, crafty bits and clothing are constantly being added to, although not being subtracted from much at the moment, unfortunately.

I wonder what my next collection will be. Let's hope it is not radio stations.