i get crap occasionally for being too much of a hoarder … errr … COLLECTOR. well, sometimes there is a method to my madness. (more usually, a madness to my methods)
this for instance:
this is Herman. found him at a thrift store for maybe .39 cents. one day he seemed to need a tie, so i found this ribbon i’d been holding onto for probably seven years. then my sister got rid of an old game of “ants in the pants” from when she was watching some little tyke. now, the game sucks if you are over 2.5 years, and/or can do small mental tasks like reason out the name of yourself. but THE PANTS! so i stuck Herman in the pants, and he is so very dapper, he has to stand next to the TV now and show himself off. truly adorable, and very entertaining to boot.
i love ephemera. i don’t mean to be obsessed about it, but i collect and gather things that other people would toss in the bin; menus (like, multiple menus. i have a thousand from favorite spots, and ones from places i’ll never go again); seminar flyers; comicon notices. whenever i go somewhere and there is literature lying around, i snap it up. i collect and save books and magazines, old and used.
i take these old bits of book and do something like this with them: