My Life in Collections: Mussel Shells, Age 3
Romie Stott

I don’t know that I had a dedicated collection as a kid. I had a bunch of porcelain dolls as a little girl, which were given to me by my grandparents, but obviously those weren’t something I could afford to buy for myself. As a teenager, starting at about 14, I began a collection of shot glasses — they were tiny and cute, easy to find at most places you visited, and I appreciated the irony of being an underage Mormon with a collection of alcoholic paraphernalia. Surprisingly, my mother indulged me in this, and would bring me back shot glasses when she went out of town. Now that I’m grown and do drink, I don’t have access to my collection (it is gathering dust in the guest bedroom at my parents’ house), but I think it does show what I was like as a teenager: wry, with a semi-detached love of kitsch that was more sincere than I was willing to admit, and a willingness to spend an ungodly amount of time on dusting.

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