This post brought to you by the conversation I am having with Crush (via text) about strange things about us.
Anywho, this morning Crush and I were talking about stuff and I asked her to tell me something I didn’t know about her. She said she needed to think about it and asked me the same question. I responded that “I’m a closet hoarder, but I’m well behaved about it.”
I am. I’m more of a memory hoarder though. I don’t go out and buy things just to have them. I keep strange things. My very first scrapbook started when I was in high school. The amount of crazy things in it is astounding. There are turkey wishbones, straw wrappers, concert ticket stubs, movie ticket stubs, receipts, if it fit in a scrapbook, it is in there. Weirdest item?? My braces. Yep, saved those too.
My collecting became an issue when I got back from Idaho. I believe it was my mom who told me that I needed to control it. If it didn’t fit in a scrapbook or my kitty box (a cube shaped box with a lock on it…about 3 feet square, I have now upgraded to a hope chest) it should probably go. I learned to live by that. If the kitty box got too full, I would go through all of the things, decide which was least important, and let it go.
I know what is least important in the hope chest now. Wedding stuff. From the place cards, to the index cards that I used to keep track of rsvp’s and gifts, to all of the wishes I had people write for us. That can all go. I will keep the pictures. But I don’t see the point in keeping anythings else. The pictures I want to save simply because that was how Blue’s mommies got married. He deserves for them to be kept.
Crush and I talked about our hoarding a little, then she confessed that she collects duffel bags. That cracked me up. Why? Because I have a thing for the reusable grocery shopping bags. I have a whole shelf full of them. From different stores and businesses. From a funeral home. From buying them at the actual grocery store!! I like them. Weird thing is, I hardly ever use them!! (Crush just cringed. She’s very eco-friendly)
Anywho, moral of the story is that I am a memory hoarder. I have no problem admitting it.
**This is all in my head now because the other day I finished my 2011 scrapbook (a whole year of just me!! So proud of myself!!) I was sorting through the pile of things I had already collected for January and noticed that I am missing a ticket stub. I’m very upset that I cannot find the ticket stub. I actually cried. I will be going through everything in my room in the hopes that the ticket stub reappears. I must have that ticket stub**