When I was a kid, I had many collections. I collected stamps (I actually just recently found my stamp collecting book amid a bunch of old stuff). I collected shells. I collected pretty rocks. I collected foreign currency. As I moved into my teen years I collected posters of Duran Duran for my bedroom walls, poor study habits, and bad attitudes. As an adult I collected postcards through Postcrossing, which I’d like to go back to if it weren’t for the outrageous cost of stamps these days. I also got into quilting so I collected massive amounts of beautiful fabric, which was followed by a yarn addiction disguised as a…