In my "old" life (before the death of my husband, and before my own two cancers, and before having to move from the city of my birth--and before Tango), I was a collector.
Maybe it had something to do with my itinerant childhood, or maybe I was born that way, but I from an early age loved to collect and organize things, the pre-librarian in me. As a kid it was stamps, rocks, storybook dolls.
As a grownup with a big house, my collections blossomed.
At my "peak" I collected:
Postcards of Old Los Angeles
Victorian calling cards
Catalina Tile tables
Antique Pharmaceutical bottles
Hall Rose Parade ceramics
Anything about or by Jacques Brel
and designer tee shirts by Custo Barcelona, which I took to Mexico and then brought down to Buenos Aires, after selling off my other collections. Now I've decided to pare down my closet, and to sell most of my Custos on Ebay.
But I still have three small cloisonné boxes I got in France, and they say three of anything is a collection.