Understanding the Collector's Mind

I have never been a "collector."

Goodwill Find o' the Week: Christian Laboutin red satin heels

Most things that "collectors" fancy--trading cards, figurines of varying cuteness or expensiveness, art of particular eras, war paraphernalia, or whatever (--has never held my interest long enough for me to shell out actual money to obtain in critical mass worthy of being called a "collection."
Also, I never had actual money, either.
But even stuff you can pick up: shells, birds' nests, animal skulls, heart-shaped things, interestingly shaped poo--meh.
Okay--I always thought I wasn't really a collector, until I referred to cleaning my shoe shelves as "curating."
Several pairs of Prada, one pair of Jimmy Choo slides, Manolo Blahnik pumps, Lanvin sandals, Tod's driving mocs, Gucci boots, Frye boots, Ralph Lauren boots, Hunter boots, Red Wing Boots, Coach heeled loafers, Guiseppe Zanotti pumps, Chanel captoe two-tones, Miu Miu brocade heels.
All found at consignment and thrift stores for under $100. Those are the rules of my collection.
I would like to find a pair of Tory Burch boots, new Salvatore Ferragamo boots, Louis Vuitton boots. Something by Thakoon. Celine. Linda McCartney. Alexander McQueen.
This week, I found these sexy little red satin LaBoutin numbers--Goodwill $4.99. I could keep them--though I already have a pair of LaBoutin espadrilles, these seem more representative of the designer's style.
But I'd rather sell them.

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