Trevor once told me that having a ribbon collection is "something a serial killer would do." Well, I don't agree with that, necessarily, and here is a selection from my collection.
And African savannah iron-ons:
That stripy one is elastic!
Most or all of the ones in this next chunk, I got in a fancy ribbon boutique in Asheville, North Carolina, or thereabouts. The saleslady told me they were "from France" and that was all I needed to hear, apparently.
Fancy French Ribbons:
These I stole from my mom's ribbon collection.
Mom's old ribbons:
These are sort of general "60s" ribbons. My mom told me to get the two in the middle. A lot of times she's right about style things that I don't get until later.
And lastly, this isn't ribbon, it's weird wallpaper border trim. But it's in my ribbon basket:
I will now slowly, methodically, roll each of these up tightly and replace them in the ribbon basket, like a totally normal person, and then crawl into bed.