Collections: Analog Cameras

This guest post comes from one of our customers, Meghan Hollister. We are so excited to share her collection, analog (film) cameras with you!
Hi everyone! I'm Meghan and I'm here to share my budding camera collection with you. My love for photos began when I was young--when I started collecting old pictures to make a family tree. I knew I wanted to start capturing my life and what I see/do/experience, so I started studying photography in high school while living in Southeast Asia. I moved to SLO to study Art at Cal Poly, and have lived here ever since taking photos working mainly as a product photographer. I am constantly fighting off (but usually giving into) the travel bug, something I get from the fact I moved every couple years growing up. I lived in Ecuador, England, Thailand, and Malaysia--often traveling to other countries capturing what I saw through a lens. 

I started taking photographs about 11 years ago while living in Malaysia. Our family friend was my photo teacher and he would take me out to local markets to photograph the buzz of the early morning produce hauls. Because of him, I shot a lot of film in the beginning. I lived in the darkroom and was hesitant to start shooting on digital cameras. He always had some “new” camera for me to try out, and I loved them--so I started collecting them.

Actually, I didn't even realize I had a collection of cameras because I’m never looking for a specific camera to add to a collection. Some of the cameras work (or sort of work) and some don’t, but I don’t mind because part of my collection is adding something cool to put on my shelves, and the other part is exploring a fading art form through the evolution of film cameras.

I was given a Pentax ME from my uncle, a Minolta Hi-matic from a friend, and a Polaroid LMS Sun 600 from my mother. I bought a Kodak Automatic 8 movie camera at a flea market, and the Cambo Calumet 4x5 at Jim’s Campus Camera. I found the Brownie Starflex at a thrift shop in Chicago and bought the Polaroid Highlander from Ruby Rose!

I’ve only shot with a few of the cameras, but I look forward to experimenting with them soon and adding more to my collection!

Collections: Copper

This week, Stacy shares her collection with us! This is a mere sprinkling of the many beautiful things she collects:
My grandfather made these copper leaf vases before I was born. It was the first time I noticed copper, when my mom would use them around our house. I guess I got my start there... 

The cool thing about collecting is you can mix and match with high and low, and they go together. For example, an item that costs one dollar can go with a rare, handmade piece.

The utility of things fascinates me--wondering who used them and what they did.

I particularly like this copper trophy, apparently never won, though we know who would have presented it.

I grew up much like Ruby, traveling all over and frequenting flea markets. Many pieces I own now are passed down from my mother and grandparents. My grandpa and grandma actually stayed at the old Paso Inn on their honeymoon years ago!

Collections: Pigs, Clocks & Hankies

This week, Kim shares her collections with us! (Looks like we are not the only ones who love to collect, either! We are drooling over Design Sponge's Great Collections and Ways to Display Them!)
Collections are really a reflection of your personality.
Having said that, I think I must have multiple personalities, as I like to collect lots of different things.

I collect Pig Cutting boards, because I love all things pork.

Clocks, because they remind me of certain places and times.

My Grandmother collected handkerchiefs, so I am collecting them, too. I am partial to the ones with scalloped edges. 
I also collect silver candlesticks, glass pitchers, antique keys, cookie cutters, silver spoons, vintage etched glassware, crochet tablecloths, embroidered pillowcases, buttons, bird pictures and donkeys.

Oh, and my latest collection is old dice. I found the green celluloid at a flea market and I’ve already added some red celluloid that I purchased at a garage sale.

If you shop at Ruby Rose, you may have gotten to take advantage of one of my many collection purges. In order to keep things under control, I occasionally sort through my stashes and part with some of the bounty. That is part of what makes collecting fun for me, is knowing when it's time to let it go . So when I find something I never knew existed, but love instantly, I know it can go home with me. 

Collections: Vintage Travel Pennants

Hiya Ruby Rose followers! My name is Kendra Aronson - not to be confused with the other Kendra who works at the shop - I do some behind-the-scenes work here for the biz. Today I'd like to share with you my love for collecting. I come from a family of pack rats, so naturally, hoarding treasures and amassing goodies is in my blood. When I was a little girl I used to collect Bazooka Joe gum comics, miniature tea sets, paper parasols (tiny papery umbrellas that you see in Mai Tai cocktails - those things are seriously hard to come by as a kid ordering non-alcoholic drinks!), scrapbooking stickers, postcards, tickets from concerts, museums, movies,....My latest collections include plants, plastic toy cameras, gems, and vintage travel pennants. Perhaps you remember this post back in October where I described my deep appreciation for the felted flag: 
Vintage travel pennants can add character to any room with their simple graphics, brightly colored typography, and soft felt texture. They have a way of inducing nostalgia, tugging at our inner wanderlust, and relishing past adventures. Remember back in the day when travel pennants were sold at local corner stores, gift shops, and souvenir stands? They served as a little token - a tangible treasure - to remind us of our childhood field trips, our family road trips, and our dreamy holiday vacations. To this day, they still evoke the excitement of exploring and sightseeing.
I had just moved back to San Luis Obispo in April and by late-summer I was looking to spruce up my interiors. Our living room had a great white wall in the entrance of the home and instead of going with the obvious choice of posters or framed artwork, I wanted to showcase the spirit of the Central Coast - my new homebase. That white wall was a blank canvas and I wanted to fill it with something unique. I knew that once I started collecting pennants I had to set some personal parameters to make it extra special....and so it wouldn't get out of control!

All pennants must be from the Central Coast
According to Wikipedia, "The Central Coast is an area of California, United States, roughly spanning the area between the Monterey Bay and Point Mugu. It extends through Santa Cruz County, San Benito County, Monterey County, San Luis Obispo County, Santa Barbara County, and Ventura County. The Central Coast is northwest of Los Angeles County and south of San Francisco and San Mateo Counties." I have to remind myself constantly of this definition when scouting for pennants, it's hard to pass up on sweet Southern California pennants (my hometown) and amazing Bay Area pennants (where I was living previously to relocating to SLO) but sticking to a specific territorial boundary was crucial in refining my vintage travel pennant collection. 

All pennants must have a cohesive design layout
Generally, pennants have illustrations on the left where the base of the pennant is widest, and the other two-thirds of the pennant have the name of the place. The ones I've collected thus far have this design layout. Some pennants will have the text overlaying the artwork and that looks to cluttered to me. For example, even though I need Santa Ines in my collection, I will pass on this one because of the design layout...and also because it is screenprinted on cheap felt from the 1970s. 

All pennants must have similar fonts
I am a font fanatic - pennants that I am drawn to ooze with handwritten/handpainted-esque typography. A terrific typeface can really make it, while a terrible typeface can really break it. For example, I need to add Big Basin to my collection  but I am going to pass on this one because the font doesn't really jive with the aesthetic I'm seeking out. 

Getting particular about the parameters has really helped me curate this collection. It's fun to constantly be on the lookout for the next one. [If you ever see a Pismo Beach pennant, let me know! Three have gotten away from me on eBay in bidding wars and I'm itching to add that one!] There is something so addicting about chasing down the next piece. I'm curious, do you collect anything? Are you as systematic as me in your collection habits? What is your most prized piece in your collection? I'd love to hear about it in the comments section below! :)

Guest Post by Stacy

Confession time. My name is Stacy and I am the daughter of junkers. Every weekend we were on the road to a flea market, swap meet, antique car show, or some other event where junking was also possible.

My Mom collected California Indian baskets, Navajo rugs and blankets, and pueblo pottery. My Dad collected everything else. Seriously everything. Peddle cars, Buddy L trucks, Ford trucks and cars, slot machines, gas pump heads, enamel advertising signs, black powder rifles, pocket watches with steam trains on the back, and on and on.


When I moved away to college I didn’t take the junking bug with me, or maybe it was just dormant. I collected floaty pens and books from the art museums that I visited, but not much else. I didn’t really decorate with antiques until I started receiving things from my great grandmother and my grandparents. But still much of that went in to boxes in the garage.

I hung my grandmother’s turkey platter, The Barnyard King. And I love having my great grandmother’s autograph book. The family treasures made me start to appreciate the trips we took, the people we met and the esoteric knowledge that was still lodged in my brain.

barnyard king

My French-made Turkish-style rug was nice but did not compliment my 1930’s Jo Mora Cowboys and Indians prints (from my grandparents garage). I was visiting Mom and asked if she still had the Navajo rugs rolled up in the basement and if she didn’t mind I’d like one for my floor. She had started collecting in the late 1950s and by the early ’90s she was ready to move on. She said I couldn’t have just one, I had to take all that were left. Several trips up and down the basement stairs and the backseat of by vintage Prius was filled with rugs wrapped in brown paper.

Last Sunday after Stephanie and I returned from the Sunset swap meet and our trip to Sally Loo’s I decided to unwrap the rugs and see if there was one I might want in the house. But I wanted all twenty five! Every one I unwrapped was my new favorite.

I narrowed it down to eight on the living room floor and one on a chair. And one in the hall and two in my bedroom. Each one is a work of art and I was having trouble with the idea of walking on them. But Mom said they a made for using and can’t be enjoyed while rolled in brown paper. So I will use them and enjoy.


I’m sure my brother and I complained about our travels. We wanted a ‘normal’ house with ‘normal ‘furniture from ‘normal’ stores. And maybe even ‘normal’ parents. We were crazy. Thanks for the travels and priceless times Mom and Dad. Now every time I open my front door I remember another junking adventure.