Pigs

I used to collect pigs. Of course I don’t mean the real ones. 

Here’s how it started.

Once upon a time, when I worked in a corporation office, I had a desk. I used to keep little knickknacks on my desk and a jar, which was always filled with candy.  

Unintentionally, but not unwelcome, the candy jar made my desk inviting and approachable.

One of my frequent "visitors", who would stop for candy and a chat, told me that his wife was into ceramics. He showed me photos of her work.  One of the items was an adorable pink pig.  

I purchased it and put it on my desk.

By the way the pig was also symbolic for me for another reason which I will not get into here. 

And that’s how it started.  Co-workers, friends and family began to gift me pigs.  People going on vacation would bring me back souvenir pigs. 

Over the years my collection grew to probably at least 100.

Two years ago, when I was down-sizing to prepare to move, I sold or gave away most of my pigs. 

I did keep a few for sentimental reasons. 

 The remaining ones were gifts from my kids, and the tall stacking pig was one was given to me by my mother.

Now my gifts tend to reflect whatever hobby I am immersed in at the moment.  

These days, that means art supplies.  

Have you ever been known for a particular thing that makes gifting for you easy?