{"id":1209,"date":"2011-12-27T19:54:31","date_gmt":"2011-12-28T02:54:31","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/silenceoftheclams.com\/blog\/?p=1209"},"modified":"2011-12-27T19:54:31","modified_gmt":"2011-12-28T02:54:31","slug":"collection-or-obsession","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/silenceoftheclams.com\/blog\/2011\/12\/collection-or-obsession\/","title":{"rendered":"Collection or Obsession?"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"\"When I was a tween and teenager, I collected frogs (long before frogs became “cool”). I had, and still have, some awesome frog jewelry<\/em>, figurines, and some cool stuffed frogs received from boyfriends\/husbands\/friends over the years. But I’ve never considered myself “collector” of anything (besides clutter or excess pounds, perhaps)<\/em>.<\/p>\n

\"\"<\/a>The other day I undertook the monumental task of organizing my ribbon drawer(s) and realized that I actually am<\/em> a collector…<\/p>\n

…of ribbon.
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\nIt started in my early 20s. I didn’t have much money at the time, and treating myself to a fancy ribbon now and then<\/em> seemed like an affordable indulgence.
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\n\"\"Over time I became attracted to more and more expensive ribbon – though usually purchased them on clearance, or through the use of my treasured wholesale card for Ensign Floral.<\/p>\n

I discovered a $90 bolt of French silk ribbon for $10 at Molbaks after Christmas sale a year ago – I mean, how could I possibly <\/em>pass that up?!<\/p>\n

And so my collection has continued to grow. Here’s the official ribbon count<\/em>, as of today:<\/p>\n