So, growing up I collected horse stuff. Books, figurines, and models- specifically Breyer horses, for those of you familiar with them. at the time they were pricier than I've seen them lately, when I do see them.
Right now my collection (and there are some that are collectibles, though all of them got played with) resides carefully wrapped in a few boxes.
Yesterday my mum suggested I commission them off at my local favorite antique/junk place. I still have that little seize in my chest and automatic "No, mine, please" feeling when she said it. I suppose I still have a lot of attachment and a little dream of being able to display at least some of them again. I don't know if this is normal or not. It's probably absurd to still be attached to them after so long.
And yet... I don't know. Maybe I should let them go... but. the thought isn't one I enjoy.
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