Collecting things has been something in my blood. From the shells that I constantly filled my pockets as a child, to the buttons, stamps and swap cards. There’s an endless list. Today I’m going to share with you my blue bottle collection.
Each bottle has a story, history, if you like: who gave it to me? where it was purchased? which town or country? and the associated memories. This is the trouble when you get old, the memories accumulate. What do we do with them? Some live inside these bottles! Perhaps a short story lies within?
Some chillies and herbs from the garden. The little teapot, with ‘I love Mother’ came from a wall cavity, when my son was renovating their flat in Sydney!
I would love it if you would share some of your collections. Then I might be brave enough to show you some more….
Perhaps my failing now is for plants; such temptations lie at the local nursery. What tempts you?
Barbara Pyett 
