Another of my latest obsessions is Hoarders on A&E.
I would watch it all day, every day.
I don't know if it's because I am interested to know why these people have such connection to seemingly unimportant items. (In case you didn't know, I am fascinated with understanding why people do what they do even though it creates havoc in their lives.)
Perhaps I love this show because my anal retentive personality is chomping at the bit to gather up all the mess and put it all in perfectly labelled see-through totes. (My heart feels giddy at that thought! Sad, isn't it?)
And maybe I love this show because I , despite being 95% anal, can empathize.
Just "getting rid" of stuff is sometimes really difficult. Stuff has memories attached; sometimes good, sometimes bad -- but memories nonetheless.
Maybe I am a hoarder, just like those people on the show.
Maybe my need to organize is just "pretty hoarding."
So, let me show you how I justified not getting rid of some of R's old jammies.
They were just so cute and I had such happy memories of her in them that I just had to come up with a way to hold on to them.
So I cut and pinned and sewed and.....
...new winter scarves!
Did I do a good thing, recycling?
Or is this just pretty hoarding?
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