8.3.18 Matchbox museum
A few weeks ago, I dreamt up the idea of a matchbox museum.
"I could fill a matchbox a week, a month, with the smallest things I can find, label them and stack them high, drawing each one out from time to time, to arrange and photograph as if priceless.
A record of life in diminutive, overlooked, broken things - I'd like that."
I ordered some empty matchboxes that evening and have been slowly filling the first box ever since. My foraging grounds are not places of natural beauty, full of impressive naturalists' treasures, but I have enjoyed it all the more for that. Prettiness was not required. I have been a magpie on the school runs, scanning littered pavements and dirty gutters, sending my son to scoop up things I couldn't reach. On days when I couldn't do that, I have worked my way slowly round the paved back yard to see what its shadows held. I assumed that if I found it, it mattered, and that was that.
Here then is the first official exhibit of the Bimblings Matchbox Museum. Magnifying glasses are available at the door.
We hope you'll stay awhile.