Confession... I used to be (am) a packrat! It's true... I think in a former life I was a hoarding Jewish grandmother and that side of me still rears it's babushka covered head every now and again.
Drew has been my rehab, truly, he is the facility and the medication (we live together [duh] and he hates clutter... so out of my love for him and for the sake of his sanity I try and keep my packrat tendencies to a minimum). When I move-moved (you know, the big one) out of my parents house we took 7 garbage bags of stuff to goodwill and threw 2 or 3 bags worth of junk away (seriously! it was really bad you guys). He encourages me on a regular basis to throw things out (and by 'throw out' I am of course referring to donation and recycling)... you know like cards that don't really say anything, invitations to events from a year ago, mementoes that I have dubbed important that are really just scraps of things I will never remember in six months. If I haven't worn it in a year, 'get rid of it!', if it is collecting dust 'why have it?'... great! Except maybe... six months from now I will really need that thing, right? So, I can't get rid of it (this is my brain).
Recently however, we have found a good compromise on the 'collections' aspect of this issue. I love collections... I don't really have one but I like the idea. It all started when Drew purchased a mug from Tanner Goods that I am obsessed with. This mug sparked the idea that we will buy a ceramic mug every time we get a big project (justification, it is a beautiful thing).
We have since purchased a set of four small ceramic sake style mugs and a couple of Heath Ceramic handless mugs (they are Drews babies) and now I am on the prowl for more! The only thing is, Drew has been so effective in his 'anti-clutter' initiative I feel like I need to purge my current mug collection before I can add more to it! What has he done to me!? Ah well, I suppose it is for the best.
What are you 'collecting'? (and yes, by collecting I do mean hoarding)