I have spent quite a few years of my life trying to be a collector of this or that. Usually it starts with gusto and then comes to a fizzling hissssss...
Case in point (long time readers of the other blog may even remember this). My painted birdhouse collection.
Last I saw of them, they were in a picture on top of a soon to be aflame bonfire. Peach of a man I divorced, no? What did I expect from a man who gave away all my clothes though, really.
I have also tried to be a hobbyist of some sort. Gardening was a way of life that I suppose could be called a hobby. I have over the years attempted candle making, latch hooking, crossword puzzling (and really, all the puzzles are just what I do for sanity so I don't call them hobbies.)
A few weeks ago though, I made beer with my best friend Mike from the hops we grew on his brother's farm. Now really, what can be better than combining a hobby (growing) with a collection (er, empties on my counter?)? And so it went! And it was spectacular. We made 6 cases and will now home brew smaller batches with the knowledge that we gleaned from the experts at the local help-you-brew place.
And I am thinking I may want to try and make wine now. Anyways, a tiny spark has been lit.