Collections are dangerous things. They can push you precariously close to hoarding status, as well as bankruptcy, especially if you choose to collect something like Faberge eggs! Holidays and birthdays are dangerous territory also, when your well-meaning friends and relatives give you items that they’re just sure “will be great in your collection!” but that you NEVER would have purchased yourself, collector or no. It can be dicey!
I’ve been pretty lucky and careful in my collecting life. I can usually tell when it gets to the tipping point of buying for quantity versus quality of the collection, and I can rein myself in, in most cases. One of those cases is my vintage mailbox collection.
Snail mail has always been a love of mine, starting back when it was just known as “mail.” I love the look of stamps and postmarks and most things postal (except “going postal,” of course, to which I am opposed). Years ago, just because it was cool looking, I bought a glass mailbox that has “Visual Mail” embossed on the front. Little did I know it was a collection seed!
Most of my collection today resides in my small entryway, hanging on corrugated metal (another love of mine) within a homemade frame. Yesterday, I finally got my entryway painted and am no longer ashamed to post pictures of it! Behold!
Here are a few closeups of my favorite bits and pieces:
The quail were thrift store finds, and they are salt and pepper shakers. I think they single-handedly created the blood pressure problem in this country, because they are huge! They could each hold about half of a salt container! Perhaps we could just say they’re efficient, because you’d only have to refill them once a year. Maybe you could even develop an annual family ritual – The Filling of the Quail.
I love the designs on the feathers and of course the plumes on their heads are awesome!
I have a few other mailboxes that may end up on a different wall. One of my favorites was a gift from my parents, which was a homemade job that reads “We Shoot Every Third Salesman. The Second One Just Left.” Ha! A simple No Soliciting sign would have sufficed!
Well, thanks for stopping by! I hope your Spring is happy, healthy, and productive.