The underlying idea, of course, is to not accumulate anything new, either. However, a horse's head in an antique store caught my eye. It originated in Germany and was made around a hundred years ago.
When a friend wanted to present me with a gift, she knew what I liked. I thought a spot outside in the garden would show off the horse's head, so I let it sit in the sun for a few days to see how it held up. Bad place; it seemed more fragile than I realized at first because of the repairs that had been done on it. Having a healthy respect for finely crafted, old things (including my husband), I added it to my copper collection, where it is in good company.
Since the walls are cement, my husband kindly drilled two holes to screw it onto the wall.
The artisan in me wants to paint it black to return it to it's original glory, however, the patina of age seems lovely as well.
And so the collection grows. I admire it every day...