Those spoons that accumulate in your parents spoon draw, nobody knows where they came form or why they are there or even their purpose, people don’t use them because they are often slightly discoloured and somewhat mottled in appearance. The imagination would have them used to clean the toenails of a giant with acidic toe-jam.
Then you visit your weird great aunt that has long since lost the ability to communicate on levels beyond loud shrieking and drawing letters in the air with her eyes. Among her collection of crochet doilies and tapestry style tea-towels she possesses an almost scary assortment of spoons, presented very nicely in a wooden wall hanging box.
I imagine that these spoons are the distant relatives of modern day Tazo’s and Pokemon cards, from a forgotten era when the word “collectable” still possessed a thin veil of credibility, providing for objects of – at least – remote functional use, and manufactured at a cost slightly higher than bovine saliva.
I have no point, I just wanted to point them out – some of them are cute eh.