Last year there were some small, but long, wooden boxes being thrown away. They belonged on easels to hold the paints but I felt they belonged with me instead of the bin.
For a few months they sat in my home not really doing much. Stacked on top of one another I began to use them as shelves for my collections. A few months later, again, I began to screw them to the wall to make them into permanent homes for displays. A modern shadow box. I left gaps between the boxes which allowed additional space for displaying. Some ended up in the lounge room and some ended up in the Woman Cave. Some are yet to find their forever homes.
My collections are made up of found items, handmade items, jars of vintage buttons, Lego men, old frames and postcards, vintage salt and pepper shakers, sewing notions, lonely but beautiful side plates and anything that draws my eye.
Sometimes people give me things that are just to my taste, sometimes I squeal in an op shop and sometimes I buy them new. However I find these things they become part of my "special things".
Mostly ordinary objects but beautiful to me.
On my walls I group together works of art. Collections of other peoples needle work, paintings by others, vintage prints, and my own special pieces.
My collections are forever evolving. I change them often. Most of the collection cost me very little and I have no guilt swapping them for new finds as time goes by. Even I grow tired of looking at the paintings I have created and feel comfortable with taking them down to make room for something fresh.
I like this type of evolving styling. It works for me. What works for you?