The Potato Heads are Multiplying
Long ago, when my job title was Curator of Collections, one of my responsibilities was to talk to people who wanted to donate their personal collection to the museum. I’ll try to put this delicately—most often their collection was absolute crap. I’d tell them that their cross-eyed ceramic dolls didn’t fit with our collection policy and send them off to other, unsuspecting curators.
And now my very own studio is cluttered with Potato Heads! I bought some at garage sales, family members gave me a few, some were originally toys that my kids played with, and I actually bought some of them new! Although I know better than to try to shove them off onto a museum, perhaps one day they’ll find a new home when I have a Potato Head yard sale. I’ve moved on to more mature pursuits, like looking for rocks that are shaped like human feet.
