Growing up in the “middle of nowhere” made me really appreciate going into “town” to go shopping. I pretty much romanticized it in my head about how great city living was (because of the opportunity to shop) and I solidified in my mind from a very early age that I would live in as many major cities around the world as I could. So far I have made it to Toronto. That’s it. And the longer I am here, the more I realize my dream of city life shopping isn’t exactly all it’s crack up to be.
First of all – I feel like living in the middle of nowhere allowed me to realize the value of saving my money for that one special item I saw the week prior when I was in town. Now that I live in the city and have everything at my finger tips I spend my money much faster. Secondly I live in the city which means: expensive and I generally have no $ for fun things. All this being said the recent ban on plastic bags here in Toronto reminded me of a bazaar fetish I had growing up: collecting pretty (or what I thought were special) plastic bags from the purchases I made “in town”. I would covet these bags and fold them up and hoard them under my bed and take them out to admire every now and again… weird, right? haha! well I eventually grew out of my hoarding weird objects phase (I think?) and disposed of them. I thought it would be fun to see what kind of cool bags are out there now. Enjoy!
I AM NOT THE ONLY ONE!!! Check out the next picture! This person just had more vision to make their odd collection into a master piece- oh, how I wish I saved my bags! What is/was your weird childhood collection/obsession?