Collections

Every spring I like to be on the lookout for fallen bird eggs. I guess this is my grown-up Easter egg hunt. The one above, nestled in a wad of yarn (of course) is my first find of the year and I spied it in my own yard last Wednesday as I mowed the lawn. There it was, perched precariously on the curb, waiting for me. You know what that means, though, don't you? Especially since we have no trees in our yard, it means that it was most likely dropped there by a robber crow who had just made a meal of its contents. Not a lovely thought, but nature is what it is--at times beautiful and horrible all at once.
Here's a few shells from years past that I found on our walks through the surrounding neighborhoods, usually along the hill on N. 29th where there are trees aplenty. I love the colors. I like to imagine that little birds pecked their way out of these and flew strongly on to complete an entire life cycle with no robber crows interrupting.

From the sublime to the ridiculously knitty, here's a funny image from one of the vintage knitting booklets I leafed through this morning as I did some research for a piece I'm writing. He may be full of the devil, but he's dressed well for it, don't you think?

From another knitting leaflet just for teenagers here's a jaunty quiz involving knitted accessories. You can't beat this. Not with a wooden knitting needle.

I particularly loved looking through this December 25, 1948, issue of Women's Weekly. A friend who knows I collect these gave this to me, thankfully. It's a treasure. There are a couple of knitting patterns and some romantic stories and lots of curious ads. The funniest one was for halibut oil emulsion for babies. Yum. "Goes unnoticed in the milk." Well, that's just cuz baby can't talk yet to tell you he "notices" it.

Oh, and of course I collect yarn. Here are some of the lovely skeins of Hazel Knits I have. I'll knit them up someday, but until then I just love looking at them.

What do you find yourself collecting? I'd love to know.