I spent a lifetime collecting games and toys that make my heart happy. Enter Shawn, with hording skills that surpassed my own, we enabled each other on the quest to reclaim the nostalgia. Some pieces take us straight back to childhood. Others remind us of who we were when we found them.
The collection has gone through plenty of phases – everchanging hyper fixations and evolving interests. I would not expect anything else from us.
Together, We’ve made this happy place: a colourful, slightly chaotic little museum of things we love.
Come have a look around.
Console girl forever. Shawn plays PC, which is unfortunate, but somehow our relationship survives.
Robots in disguise, generations of collecting, and one Bronco that may be taking the Skids tribute a little too seriously.
Proton packs, ghosts and questionable containment practices. Filmation has my heart, but there’s room in there for everybody!
Mutant turtles, pizza and cool vehicles. Honestly, this franchise may be partially responsible for my personality.
He-Man, She-Ra and a lifelong inability to say “I probably have enough MOTU.” Spoiler: I do not.
Cool vehicles, secret identities and wildly impractical hidden weapons. Basically everything a child of the ’80s required.
Muppets, Fraggles, Sesame Street and pure fuzzy serotonin. Jim Henson understood exactly what my brain needed.
Tiny plastic bricks, enormous storage problems. I complain about proprietary pieces while continuing to buy more of them.
Apparently even my childhood needed neon. Rainbow Brite, Starlite and enough colour to permanently damage your retinas.
Care Bears to Pee-wee and everything in between. This is where categorizing gave up and chaos won.
Model kits, Puzzles and Board Games I absolutely intend to learn to play. Attention span sold separately.
Just a little Star Wars. By “little,” I mean enough midichlorians to make storage a legitimate concern.