How do you think miniatures become an addiction? Where does it start might I ask?
Maybe we're born with it. Maybe it gets imprinted like a baby duck to the first thing it sees. So maybe we saw something tiny, were enthralled and sought out more minuscule things. Could it be that toys are in a way miniatures anyway and we just keep that fascination forever? I guess the question really is "what makes me so different?". Because my friends and most people I meet think I'm weird. I bet you get that too. (mini lovers reading this, that is)
See this photo? This is the kind of thing that set me off on a never ending obsession with anything tiny and perfect. Even though looking at this I do see not-perfect. This tiny tea set is like many I have owned in my childhood. Many because I kept losing pieces and started crying. My mother used to bring me small toys like this because she had to go back to work when I was 4 and felt guilty. I got other stuff too like crayons and jump ropes and jacks (remember those???). But the tiny tea sets became a fixation. And no one cared about choking hazards.
I just now took a tour around Google and by surprise found this:
Which I also owned. More crazy making miniature stuff to fuel my diminutive desires. Well, the desire was NOT small.
(And oh, look, the apple set was made by Shackman. A company that also made scale minis for the dollhouse - Small world, pun not intended)
Meet my newest desire.
(By Faberge. Property of Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth II. But does she really need it? I think not.)
So tell me. What possesses or obsesses you?