After watching [wincing at?] these shows, I realize that I am not a hoarder. I'm more of a collector of sentimental objects that signify a time or even someone from my past that I would like to hold on to. I can't attach sentiment to towers of newspapers or garbage. I still have my crayons from kindergarten at Beulah Elementary, my third grade poetry notebook passed between my two best friends and I (who could throw away a book that contained the line, "I wore glasses to all my classes."??), a spool of avocado green thread that belonged to my grandma, Harry & the Henderson's movie ticket stubs, a box of origami folded letters from high school friends (btw, Krystal, I re-read some of those and now I'm mad at you again, so don't wait for me after fourth period.)
So, yes, I do NEED that gourd ladle in the hue of jadite green that was the centerpiece on my grandma's kitchen table the spring of 1979. It's not that it "was" my grandma's, it "IS" my grandma. Well, sort of.
|"Chicken at a Wedding" by my little artist, at age 5|
And what things do you collect passionately?