I just hit 50 forgotten bookmarks in my collection and it made me rethink my whole hobby.
For years, I just kept the things I found in books in a shoebox, thinking it was just a neat pile of old paper. Last week, I finally sorted them all and the count hit exactly 50. Seeing that number made it feel real, like an archive instead of junk. The one that got me was a 1972 grocery list from a book I bought in Phoenix, with items like 'laundry bluing' and 'spool of darning thread'. It hit me that these aren't just scraps, they're tiny, personal histories. Has anyone else had a specific find that shifted how you see your collection?