Monday, June 11, 2012
It didn't dawn on me until my sister told me that my father's side of the family liked owning things. I hadn't thought of my various collections until I heard her say that, and I have to admit that she was right. I'll get an idea in my mind about acquiring something to add to a collection, and I think about it, price it, and wish I had it. Then, when I do get it, I no longer care anything about having it!
I've been collecting village pieces for years to put up during the holidays. We had so much of it, I thought we might have to set up furniture from inside the house and live out there!! A couple of times, I actually did make big layouts, and it was fun to see, but it's not so much fun to pack all the buildings and scenery when winter is over.
Then I started scrapbooking, and I don't know why I've bought so many supplies and tools for that. Yesterday, my daughter and son-in-law cleaned out the spare room in case I want to put a bed downstairs. I couldn't imagine how much stuff was in there! Fortunately, all the paper and stickers, etc., were fine because I had them in plastic file folders. All the same, I need to get rid of some of it that I'll never use. Now the room looks good, and is almost ready for a small bed. They found a mouse hole in back of a bookcase, so we're going to catch all we can before we get a new bed.
The ultimate things I hold onto are pounds. I say that I would love to get rid of them once and for all, but I haven't don't that yet. My falls from a couple of weeks ago should be the straw that broke the camel's back, and I hope to get another 13 lbs. off so I can get below one of the big milestones we dream of. This is one collection that I can do without. It costs too much and it doesn't bring me anything but tears. Who needs it?