A good while ago I realised this series of my personal collections and accumulations could go on nearly forever. And it still could, but it won't. I need to make more room in my schedule for writing my poetry book, so, there will be changes to the blogging schedule after Christmas. I will still be blogging weekly about bookbinding and bi-weekly about my mixed media endeavours. While the Accumulator Seriali series won't be making regular appearances next year, if I get the urge, I might still post a collection every now and then.

Today's post is about my childhood collection of Victorian scraps - the only one of my collections I spent years purposefully collecting. The collection is huuuuuge (so there's enough for one more Accumulator Seriali post...), but I honestly have very little idea how huge (well, it's not a museum collection huge by any measure). The last time I remember counting the scraps I finished around 700 (in mid to late 90s), but as I went through the lot it felt like the number now could easily be four times that. But I won't be counting these any time soon.

I originally stored all the Victorian scraps in these photo albums with sticky pages (and usually very ugly covers), of which I had about a dozen or so. One day I had the bright idea of finally rearranging the scraps by theme and style, and took them out of their albums, sorted them into big envelopes, and got bored. So, some twenty years later, I have two albums with a few pages of scraps (the other albums have lost their stickiness a long time ago) and many barely together envelopes full of scraps with labels like animals, people, angels, fairytales.

Opening up the envelopes unleashed something I had entirely forgotten about - the cursed thing called glitter! Somehow it managed to spread all over our home even though I only had the scraps out for like fifteen minutes.

This is obviously the fairytale lot! A lovely jumble of moomins, fairies, elves, clowns. etc.

Most of the scraps just look old, but these roses actually are. I can no longer remember where I got them, but it might be from my grandmother.

Some scraps are still full sheets - like these ballerinas and fairies. Very girly stuff. I don't remember being a super girly girl, but I wasn't a tomboy either. I sucked at sports (still do!) and I liked pretty things (still do!). More than anything I liked making, collecting, and organising stuff. While many things have changed, those haven't.