Today on The Pink Heart Society, author
Taryn Leigh Taylor discusses the slippery slope of collecting things.
My name is Taryn, and I'm an addict.
I've loved dinosaurs my whole life. They are awesome. I've seen Jurassic Park too many times. In fact, I'm still a little bit sad I didn't become a paleontologist. And all this new talk about feathers? I'm in heaven.
Truthfully, I always thought it was a pretty good thing to love. Unlike books and shoes and stationery products, dinosaur love doesn't present itself in the form of shelves and shelves worth of stuff. I just watched documentaries and read articles and streamed YouTube videos. And I had one adorable little dino stuffed animal, and life was good.
|Meet Romantosaurus Rex.|
Dinosaurs became a whole new level of cool...the level when they start be available as moderately expensive home decor.
|Yes. I own a T-Rex side table.|
But that's okay, right? One tasteful dinosaur table tucked into a corner beside the couch. No big deal. Until giant T-Rex fossil head hit the stores and I HAD TO HAVE HIM.
|T-Rex fossil head decked out in his holiday best.|
|Dinos + Books = Taryn's Happy Place|
I live in constant fear that I'm becoming the crazy dinosaur lady whose whole house is going to end up looking like the prop room for Jurassic World, Chris Pratt not included.
|The missing piece to my collection.|
So make a girl feel better, and tell me about your out-of-control collections and how much you love them in the comments below!
Taryn Leigh Taylor's first novel, KISS AND MAKEUP, was shortlisted for the Kobo Emerging Writer Prize.