Guilty-guilty of hoarding stuff I should have gotten rid of years ago. Collections of costume jewelry, plus new bright and shiny things I must have now, clothes that have not fit in 20 years, books I partially read, pots and pans out of which I only use three. Estate sale junk, fabric, a four-foot metal owl I swore I could re-do.
Ugh, I need rehab, nope, wait, I need to add to my collection.
You are looking into the mind of a collecting addict-collector of things that have some important significant meaning. I like what I see, maybe I’ll use it someday, or the item is pretending to replace a long-lost sentimental gem.
I throw my hands up asking for mercy from the Clean Up Goddess.
I have to give myself some credit. I am not as bad as I used to be, I do have shelves and neatly as possible I organize and put away most of my stuff.
Don’t think I will stop collecting and buying, I’ll just get another storage bin.
Gee Whizz I need help. (:(:(:(:(:(: Smile-not really :):):):):):)
Georgia
5.28.21
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