For those of you who don’t know, I love collections. You wouldn’t know at first glance, my cottage isn’t big enough to hold a collection of any sort … well … there is the the exception of my closet. But even then, my collection of shoes has spilled out of my closet, onto our shelves and into a chest that sits under my desk at work. But this isn’t my point. Cooper’s mom is a antique dealer, and holy cow, does she have some collections. I found an entire drawer of these cute little boxes tucked away and had to snag them. Each one has something about it that makes me swoon.