I was reminded by my Photojojo time capsule that I had posted a picture this time last year.
For a brief period in my late teens, I collected sugar packets from diners and restaurants. Whenever I had a pretty awesome meal, I would grab a sugar packet from the table and scribble in the margins the date of the meal, restaurant name and who my dining partner was, which is all the information I could legibly fit on these tiny pieces.
It was the closest thing I’ve ever had to a hobby, but it, along with my youth, dissipated. I’m actually kind of glad I did because if I kept a sugar packet from every meal I’ve had in the seven years I’ve lived in Seattle, I would be featured on that TLC documentary about hoarders.