This isn't anything I had previously had a liking for, and it is one of the collections which I am currently selling off. Here is how it all began.
I still have plenty of the toys left, and one of them, the musical rabbit, prompted yet another blog post over on the Sopwith Camel's blog.
I'll be adding to this post as I photograph more of the toys and get them listed on EBid. Some of them were sold on ebay last year.
Here's one of the first ones listed Bear in rabbit-patterned jumper
And another, "distressed" as they say in auction houses The Tearful Bear
Sunday, January 25, 2009
How it all began
I can't help it, I collect things. Not single items, but collections of things. Sometimes they're silly things, like my collection of sardine cans. Empty, of course, but it all began when I found one particular tin with a painted scene on the lid. I kept the tin after I'd eaten the sardines on a whim, and next week, found a different type of tinned sardine. You can guess the rest.
Like I said, I can't help it. A few years ago I came across an article on the BBC news site, suggesting that a blow on the head in a certain area was linked with types of obsessive behaviour. As it happened, I had suffered a blow to the head as a baby, then another couple later on as an adult, so if the first one hadn't made me what I am today, there were plenty of other candidates. I mentioned this to a friend of mine who also collects oddments and squirrels them away, and he told me that he too had suffered a blow to the head as a child. So there it is, I am not alone, and it's not my fault.
Now for the honest part. I am not one of these obsessive types who fills the house from cellar to attic with bundles of old newspapers and keeps 173 cats. I do, as it happens, have 3 cats, and lots of bundles of magazines, but unlike the true obsessive, I go through my collection every now and then and sell some of it. This blog is my advertising vehicle for the online shop I have in Ebid and is my way of advertising what I currently have for sale. Ebid, unlike ebay, isn't spidered by google and the major search engines, so if you type in "Large Musical Rabbit" to a search engine you wouldn't be lead to my door. Until now, that is.
And for the second honest part: I'm not looking to make a fortune from you, just a few pennies. I don't want to throw away my collections, I want them to go to somebody else who also knows the joy of acquiring things. Yes, there's money involved, but if you're a collector like me, you know what it costs to feed your habit. And if you're not yet a collector like me, well, it doesn't cost a lot to get started, and it's enjoyable, so long as you don't get put in a home and made to get rid of all your things as part of a cathartic "we can make you better" pseudo-scientific cure.
Let the fun begin.
Like I said, I can't help it. A few years ago I came across an article on the BBC news site, suggesting that a blow on the head in a certain area was linked with types of obsessive behaviour. As it happened, I had suffered a blow to the head as a baby, then another couple later on as an adult, so if the first one hadn't made me what I am today, there were plenty of other candidates. I mentioned this to a friend of mine who also collects oddments and squirrels them away, and he told me that he too had suffered a blow to the head as a child. So there it is, I am not alone, and it's not my fault.
Now for the honest part. I am not one of these obsessive types who fills the house from cellar to attic with bundles of old newspapers and keeps 173 cats. I do, as it happens, have 3 cats, and lots of bundles of magazines, but unlike the true obsessive, I go through my collection every now and then and sell some of it. This blog is my advertising vehicle for the online shop I have in Ebid and is my way of advertising what I currently have for sale. Ebid, unlike ebay, isn't spidered by google and the major search engines, so if you type in "Large Musical Rabbit" to a search engine you wouldn't be lead to my door. Until now, that is.
And for the second honest part: I'm not looking to make a fortune from you, just a few pennies. I don't want to throw away my collections, I want them to go to somebody else who also knows the joy of acquiring things. Yes, there's money involved, but if you're a collector like me, you know what it costs to feed your habit. And if you're not yet a collector like me, well, it doesn't cost a lot to get started, and it's enjoyable, so long as you don't get put in a home and made to get rid of all your things as part of a cathartic "we can make you better" pseudo-scientific cure.
Let the fun begin.
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