At various times in my life friends have decided I needed to collect something. The idea being that they would then have a theme when they wanted to give me a gift. This was, of course, years before I started collecting expensive art quilts. At one time everyone was giving me pigs, I had no idea why, and now I have only one remaining, a lovely Beleek pig that always makes me think of Winston Churchill. But after the pigs someone decided that hearts would be a good collection.
Now I only have a few in a glass box on an end table. The large on in the lower right is a leather paperweight, in lower left is a compact with a mirror inside, the beige one on the top row is a sea washed rock from a beach in South Carolina. Several stone hearts are carved and polished (cold, cold heart?) and there is one tiny metal one at top right. I don't know why I keep them, they really don't have a sentimental value. Someday I will find someone who enthusiastically collects hearts and they will find a new home.
This is a scary heart! After Valentine's Day one year I was visiting friends and went out to their garage to put something in the trash. When I lifted the lid out popped this discarded balloon, almost causing my heart to stop. I don't know what I thought it was, but I didn't expect something "living" to come out of the can. I punctured it so it could never fly again. But this picture always makes me laugh a little.
Hope you had a special day.
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