What I collect:

I come from a large, disjointed family. I have had the pleasure of knowing three great-grandparents, eight grandparents (divorce might be hereditary), and four parents. Odd numbers, but I assure you, they're correct.

It seems like what I'm trying to say is: I collect grandparents. (Oh, you have some to spare? Send them  my way!) I do not. That would be impractical.

What I am trying to say is that they were all collectors too. My Papa Pinkie (gone before I arrived) had an extensive collection of stamps and liquor labels that has become my mother's; Yaya collected jewelry and marvelous furniture; Ruby Nell collected postcards and spoons; Judy collects thimbles and lighters; Steve collected pigs, basset hounds, and Marlboros by the dozen; Barbara and Bob collected Hummels (ceramic figurines); Jerry collects cars; Larry collects wives; Becky collected grandchildren, as she was always the first to volunteer to take us on vacation or watch us for the weekend. 

So basically, I'm genetically bound to be a hoarder. 

I have involuntarily begun to collect mugs. As soon as you become known as a coffee drinker, everybody buys you a mug for Christmas. My two favorites are my "Hello Dali" mug that I bought in South Beach that crosses Hello Kitty with Salvador Dali. The other is a white and red polka-dot mug with a giant "B" on it that my sister gave me for Christmas. They were out of "M" mugs. 

I also collect cameras. I have a polaroid that I bought myself with Christmas money when I was about eleven, a Canon film SLR that I cannot operate, a Fujifilm digital camera (kind of the hybrid btw. a DSLR and a compact digital camera) and a Kodak Ektasound 140 that belonged to my Papa Pinkie... so if anyone has any Super 8 film lying around, I'm your girl. 

I have a lot of candles too, but I can never remember to light them. Does that count ?