While I was perusing eBay today it occurred to me what a schizophrenic personality I have (no laughing out loud here and pointing rudely) when it comes to my interests! I started with the Hermes Birkin bags, then went to the Antiquarian books on British history, then bounced to the McCoy pottery and back to the Manolo shoes! In doing so, I started thinking, what the heck makes me interested in such different things????
My parents were definitely not the academic nor fashion forward type. Don't get me wrong, they always encouraged me to do my best academically and I was always expected to go to college, but grad school was something that 'other' people did. As well with fashion and retail therapy - I don't think they would know a Prada if it ran up and bit them. (even then they would think it akin to a snipe!)
So, I present the dilemma here - why since the age of 10 have I devoured every English/British history book I could get my hands on and value my Hume and Smollett editions of The History of England as much as my Herbag? Why do I melt at the newest Jimmy Choo mules but could care less about the NBA, NHL, NLB or any other acronym-ed sports league? It certainly is not what I grew up with, so the nurture things goes right out the door.... why then can I spot a fake Louis at 50 paces and ache to visit the English countryside? So is it inherent I am drawn to these things? Why these things then??? What makes us who we are??????
Just a few light thought for a Summer evening......