I am a horder. There. I’ve said it. Admitting it is the first step to healing, right? No, I’m not one of those people who would be on the TV show. But, I do tend to keep stuff for quite a while. Really I like to think of myself as a collector.
I still have the gym bag I made in home economics in 8th grade. I haven’t sewn anything since then. I have my first teddy bear. It is mint green and white. It was in pretty good condition until I was in junior high. That’s when a kid my mother babysat pulled the eyes off of it. I was heartbroken.
I have my first baby shoes. I have the dress I was married in. And the shoes. I’m a bit of a shoe freak and probably have 300 pairs. My husband is turning a bedroom into a closet for me. I’m planning to make the walk-in closet in the master bedroom into my shoe and purse closet. Can’t wait to see how it turns out.
I have boxes and boxes of old photographs. Have no plans to digitize them all but it’d be a great project. Now I have thousands of pictures on the cloud even though I have no idea what or where that actually is.
I have every college textbook I ever purchased….always new because I was spending my parents money and I liked to mark them up myself. I still have a copy all the articles from my dissertation literature review and the 18 cassette tapes that hold the interview data on them. Wish I knew the addresses to the families of the lovely women I interviewed. They’d make perfectly good oral histories. I’ll bet they’d like to hear their voices again.
I have probably ten Christmas trees from size tiny to large. And boxes and boxes of ornaments. Every one of them has a story and I’d be happy to tell them all to you someday. Hmmmm. Maybe that’ll be a nice holiday post long about December.
I have stuff, stuff, and more stuff. I like my stuff.
I don’t know what is to become of all this stuff. Every time my husband suggests downsizing and moving, I balk at the idea. I say the best way to get back at our kids and grand kids is to die in our present home and leave everything to them. Imagine the stuff I can accumulate for them in the next 40 years! Fortunately my genes are made of good stuff and I plan to live a very, very long time. Me and my stuff.