As I look at the gaggle of knives that reside in my safe, about 20 or so of them, I begin to ask myself: am I collector? I have multiple small knives, large knives, hard-use knives, light duty, the list goes on. I used to tell myself that as long as I used them, and carried them, then it wasn’t a collection. I’m sure you, dear reader, have had to field the numerous questions: “Why do you need another one?” “You can’t use more than one!” And even more questions of the like.
When I bought my first custom, I began thinking that I may have crossed the line. But I carry and use my Sacha Thiel (review will be following). So does that make it a typical ‘user’ knife? Sometimes ‘collector’ has a negative connotation: someone who buys and doesn’t use that purchase up to its potential. They examine their knives for wear, obsess over lock travel, and revere a knife for its uniqueness. I mean, they do have a point: high quality custom knives have legitimate value. And they certainly are expensive.
And then I came upon the realization: I don’t care. Knives intrigue me. They always have. When my grandfather passed away a few months ago, he left behind a collection of around 250 blades. And he was never shy to use them. Most of them cheapies, a few nice ones in the mix too. Do you think he obsessed over the price? The lockup percentage? Blade steel? Nah, knives brought him joy. Plain and simple.
And that’s how I feel. I lust for, pure unadulterated LUST, for a legit Jens Anso custom. And I probably won’t cut all that much with it. It’ll reside in my pocket, I’ll fondle it quite often, and it might make an expensive letter opener. But it’ll bring me joy, and that’s what matters. So maybe I am a collector. Are you?