The Posh Paw Blog

Do you have any collections?

Do I collect? Oh, sweet summer child. Of course I collect. I don’t just collect — I curate. I cultivate. I celebrate the little treasures that make life sparkle.

Some people collect stamps. Some, coins. Me? I collect moments… and a scandalous number of vintage accessories.

Let’s start with the obvious:
Cat-eye glasses. Yes, darling. A full drawer of them. Bold, subtle, rhinestone-studded, tortoiseshell, flirty little pastel numbers… every pair tells a story. (And no, I don’t have a problem. I have a reputation to uphold.)

Then there’s my vintage brooch collection. I can’t resist them. Tiny works of art: sparkling florals, delicate cameos, whimsical animals. My absolute favorite? A 1950s silver Scottie dog with emerald eyes. I swear he winks at me every time I open the drawer.

My ribbon stash is legendary in the office. Silk, satin, velvet… organised by colour, of course. You never know when a box, gift, or outfit needs that finishing touch.

But wait—there’s more.
I also have a small but mighty vintage dance card collection. Yes, real dance cards from the golden swing and ballroom eras. Tiny, worn notebooks where partners signed up for a dance with a flourish of pencil and promise. I like to think of them as tiny love letters to nights that were too magical to forget.

I’ve even got a soft spot for quirky salt and pepper shakers. (I know, I know… random.) My favourite? A 1950s pair shaped like dancing shoes. It felt only right, darling.

What do all these collections have in common?
They’re not about “having” things. They’re about feeling things. Each piece holds a memory, a mood, a moment. They remind me of where I’ve been, the people I’ve met, and the fabulous chaos of living life to the fullest.

I don’t believe in hoarding. I believe in surrounding yourself with tiny reminders of joy. A brooch that makes you smile. A ribbon that turns a box into a treasure. A pair of glasses that makes you strut just a little taller.

And one more thing: I also collect compliments.
Not in a needy way. In a “let me tuck that lovely thing you said into my imaginary pocket for a rainy day” kind of way.

So yes, darling. I collect. My life is a collection.
Of sparkle, sass, swing-outs, and the wonderful, unpredictable dance of it all.

Stay fabulous,
Luce 💋

While you’re here sipping coffee with me, the others are busy behind the scenes cooking up something fabulous (and actually educational, unlike my sass).

Their latest guide for pet parents drops today at 3 p.m. sharp.
You won’t want to miss it — trust me, I’ve seen the draft and even I learned something.