I'm roaring down to turning in the revisions of Mustang Ridge V (The Search For Solid Conflict), so will make this quick. But whilst sort-of-watching a TV show called Extreme Collectors yesterday, I got to thinking about the Things We Collect.
The episode I saw featured a woman who had an entire room devoted to My Pretty Pony collectables, a man with 74 Cadillacs (that's not the year, that's how many cars!) and a guy who had hundreds (maybe thousands?) of cookie jars ranging from cute to creepy (my opinion; I don't think the show used the word 'creepy').
Though to be fair, the guy with the cookie jars had some plan to turn them into funerary urns, which the host found weird but I kind of dug. I mean, really, if you've got to keep my ashes around for the cat to sneeze in, then I totally want to be in a cookie jar. Wasn't there a book that opened with a woman driving along with her friend's ashes in a Mr. Peanut? (Cruisie, maybe? Early Tami Hoag?)
Anyway, over the past couple of weeks, I have hung out with my friends the Shoe Slut and the Pen Slut. They are self-proclaimed as such, and live up to the titles most cheerfully. (I made the mistake of showing the Pen Slut my favorite pen, which was a giveaway on an author tour I went on, back when my publisher sent me on tour. I almost didn't get it back.)
Arizona used to date a Shoe Slut (a different one, granted), and I think he still finds it amusing that, if we count bike shoes, he has more pairs than I do. Being a bit of a prepper, he tends to want to stockpile food. Since our kitchen is approximately the square footage of a Port-A-Potty (though smells much better), I have kept this down to a dull roar, with the exception of cat food. Although Lucy T. Cat and Pixel T. Kitten share one small can of wet food each evening (for 7 cans per week, if my math serves me right), for some reason we have 50+ cans of cat food stacked in the cabinet. Heaven forbid that the grocery store is out of the preferred flavors some week! Which, I guess, makes him a Sheba Slut. (I'm so not telling him that, btw.)
Which got me thinking that I'm not really a Slut for anything. Books come and go, food doesn't stick around long, and while I adore my cowboy boots, I tend to have two Really Nice Pairs that see a lot of use. Gloves, maybe? Between biking, the barn and New England winters, I have maybe eight or ten pairs. I don't do the see-it-buy-it with them, though.
How about you? Do you collect? Are you up to Slut status? Any suggestions for what I should think about collecting? If you had to have a cookie-jar urn, what kind of a cookie jar would it be? And have a great week!
I don't really collect anything. Although, I do have an unhealthy obsession with Sharpies. I have to force myself to not buy any at the store. Yeah. I'm that person. But I'm in remission right now.
ReplyDeleteThe only other thing that I was remotely close to collecting, is space models. I currently have 4 models I assembled, 5 models that came as is, and 2 I haven't assembled yet. But I'm kind of done with the space model collecting though.
As far as cookie jars as urns.. did he have a grim reaper? Just to freak people out. It would give me one last good chuckle.
LOL on the Sharpie remission and grim reaper. That would be a good one! Glaring down at you from the mantel ... I love models! Haven't done one in years (since I spent a year building a balsa-framed plane and then blew it up with M80s- OOPs!), but it's in my blood, defo.
DeleteBesides being a book slut, :) I tend to purchase more nightgowns and PJ's than I will ever need. From Sexy to silly, I buy more nearly every time I shop.
ReplyDeleteCookie jar urn...let's see, If I were to go that route, I have one that is a lion that roars when you open the lid. That would be cool to go out with a Roar when being tossed into the wind.
Roarrrr! I like that one, Dixie :)
DeleteMine would be a to read list collect to read books like no other
ReplyDeleteAh, yes, the endless TBR pile!
DeleteBook slut. ::hand raised:: Thanks to ebooks, I keep any new acquisitions on the DL. My Kindle is Vegas, baby. Whatever happens on the ereader, stays on the ereader.
ReplyDeleteI like the cookie jar final resting place, too. People smile when they see you on the mantel, instead of getting weepy.
I didn't know I had to even chose between Pens and shoes and lately I have added jackets. They all look really great together and some have matching hats, but that is for the head issues so we can take the hats off of the slut status, but does over 10 cool hats creep into the slut range.
ReplyDeleteI think you should start collecting gargoyles. small weird and fun gargoyles. I will even bring you your first. Should it be wearing a hat, holding a pat and styling a killer pair of shoes?
Oops. I meant the gargoyle should have been holding a pen, not a pat.
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