Collections that baffle me – swizzle sticks
Every now and then, I come across what appears to be a collection that makes no sense. Maybe they aren’t collections but souvenirs that someone bought or collected on a whim, and then just kept adding. And adding and adding.
Some of these must be in the realm of hoarding rather than collecting. At auction recently, a large container of cocktail stirrers or swizzle sticks caught my eye. There must have been a hundred or more of the plastic items, all in bright neon colors. They looked to be used, likely taken home from a restaurant or bar after a drink or two.

My mind couldn’t grasp the point of collecting them, so I asked the buyer standing next to me. What do you do with a bunch of stirrers? Sit them on your bar in your basement, he said. Another buyer concurred, adding, “I wouldn’t use them, though.”
Neither would I. Would you?
The stirrers sold for $15. Intrigued, I Googled to see if they were auctioned on eBay, where you can buy or sell anything. And I did find them: a vintage lot of 21 sold for 99 cents. 18 sold for $4.99. 40 sold for $10. 59 new ones (clear with colored drinks at the top) sold for $61.
Under the keyword “swizzle sticks,” they sold for far more: 126 for $79. 78 for $30. 250 for $26. 40 Las Vegas sticks from someone’s grandmother’s collection from the 1950s-1970s for $52.
I was dumbfounded. Who collects swizzle sticks, I wondered.
I found out that many people do. And there’s even an association, the International Swizzle Stick Collectors Association, founded in 1985 in Canada. The association is holding a convention in Las Vegas in September. Here’s a 2001 interview with the co-founder Ray Hoare, who says he has more than 50,000 of them. He collects them, he says, because it’s fun.
The first swizzle stick was patented in 1935 by a man named Jay Sindler who wanted an easy way to remove an olive from his drink without using his fingers. He called his new invention the “Swizzle Stick;” it was made of wood with a spear at the end. A Washington Post story from this year noted that the “real” swizzle stick comes from a tree in the Caribbean and is used to stir drinks called swizzles. They go as far back as the 18th century.

The most obnoxious swizzle sticks I found were what most would call black memorabilia: Six vintage “Zulu-Lulu” stirrers – “a conversation starter,” one eBay seller noted, “politically incorrect,” another said – which sold for 1 cent up to $9.99 on eBay. They showed a naked silhouette of an African woman with plump breasts at 15 that sagged as she aged. They were attached to a card that pronounced: “Will make your guests bust out laughing!” “Look what a few years do to Lulu!: Nifty at 15; Spiffy at 20; Sizzling at 25; Perky at 30; Declining at 35; Droopy at 40.”
These tasteless stirrers were made in Hong Kong and were sold as a party gag. They are part of the stereotypical portrayal of black women as jezebels and sex objects. This blogger at Kitsch-Slapped wrote about why she wanted one because they were so horrific, crossed both race and gender lines, and reminded women of what men thought of them.
As for the plastic stirrers at auction, I recall bringing some home when I used to hang out at clubs, but I’d finally throw them away. I’m sure many others have done the same. If I’d kept them, it would’ve been called hoarding, like taking home packets of sweeteners from restaurants.
A couple years ago, I was at an auction preview for the sale of silver coffee sets, paintings, books and furniture from the estate of a woman who lived on the Main Line, a wealthy enclave just outside Philadelphia. In the back yard, spread out over several tables, were about a thousand packets of sweeteners. The folks from the auction house didn’t know what to make of it.
The woman didn’t need to take the sweeteners; she could afford to buy her own. I guess she couldn’t break the habit of just picking up a few packets and dropping them in her purse. I didn’t attend the auction itself, so I’m not sure if anyone bought the stash.
Was that a collection? I think not.
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I started going to auctions to fuel my love for African American art – but at a bargain. I love the old masters: Lois Mailou Jones, Jacob Lawrence, Hughie Lee-Smith. I wanted to find their works and discover other veteran artists whose works may have been hiding in an attic or basement, and forgotten.



