My wife doesn’t understand it. She doesn’t understand one bit that I need this popcorn box from the 1930’s that I saw on ebay. But who wouldn’t want a 1930’s popcorn box? Especially one in mint condition with a very young Gloria Swanson on it.
But she’s been good about the eight childs’ Montreal Canadiens wool sweaters from the 1940’s and 50’s I’ve managed to find on ebay over the last couple of years. I haven’t told her yet that I’m keeping my eye open for sweaters from the 20’s and 30’s, but I may never find these. So what she may never see won’t hurt her, right?
I guess I’m a compulsive collector. I take after my grandmother. And I haven’t just bought. I’ve sold many, many things over the last couple of years and used the money to buy a fridge, stove, flooring, gifts, a laptop, camera, a couple of trips, including one to Russia, and a whole bunch of other things, all from things I’ve collected over the years. I’m trying to condense things now because I’m at a stage in my life where I don’t need a lot anymore. This makes her happy. But she doesn’t understand the popcorn box.
I think it’s something about reliving my youth but I’m not sure. And even though I wasn’t born in the 1930’s, the popcorn box is like the ones I remember from a few decades later, the ones we used to fire around the theatre and off people’s heads. So it’s important. Right?