This morning, I went to yet another local stamp show and walked away with yet another haul. It's so fun to be somewhat familiar with stamps that are out there and then to on occasion be surprised by a stamp that I've never seen before, like this entirely perfect one featuring Emily Dickinson. The colors are exquisite, so soft and pretty. I will be tucking these away for something special. I also love to see how wildly stamp design changes over the decades. From very complex and detailed one-color engravings to simpler silhouettes and bolder graphics, you can see this amazing microcosm of shifting sensibilities of American design as you sift through these endless stacks of sheets. I so rarely find yellow stamps, so this was a nice surprise. It's comforting to know there are enough obsessive collectors out there that I'm not the only person this stamp would appeal to. In fact, while I was waiting for my stack to be tallied up today, a guy came up asking about a pair of Special Olympics stamps the dealer had under glass. "There's an entire sheet of that one in the face value bin," I naively told the guy. "Oh, I collect imperfs," he said, pointing to a missing perforation between the pair. It's actually kind of a surprise to a lot of these dealers to hear that I use the stamps I buy. Collectors don't usually do that and seem to view it as a bit sacrilegious. Does that bother me? Not even a little bit. And now I must go hug my stamp binder with glee.