ReiTheJelly wrote:The one thing I'm really bad about, though - fabric. I quilt. I costume. I tend to keep every somewhat decent sized scrap of fabric or trim I have, on the off-chance that I'll be able to use it somewhere down the line since fabric is actually rather expensive.
Heck no.... that's not a bad thing at all. I don't even sew extensively, but the few times I do, I ALWAYS save any leftovers. Fabric is so expensive and sometimes you can't just walk out and find what you need.
Additionally, I've sometimes found that just looking through the different patterns/naps/colors, I to gain inspiration to try something. ^_^
beatrush wrote:I am guilty of hoarding many things. I collect aside from cels, GI Joes, Transformers, Final Fantasy Figures, misc action figures and RPG video games. I also own a public storage shed which I pay $100 a month for.
I am downsizing my GI Joe and Transformers collections somewhat and reducing buying for all my collections in general.
Boyfriend and I may be interested in your Transformers if you're still selling XD
We just got back from Thanksgiving at my brother's house. He lives in a large Victorian home with three stories (the top being an attic converted to bedrooms) and a full cellar. He lives there with his wife, and the house is full.
Much of the contents are books: he was, like me, an academic and at one point ran a mailorder rare book finding service. Stacks of magazines and catalogs are on most flat surfaces. They travel extensively, and have brought back cast replicas of sculpture they like, some small, but others monumental in size (the bust of Pericles is especially impressive). Plus they have antique furniture that they inherited from family: one bureau has glass pulls added in the 1860s when the original brass pulls were donated to the Confederacy to help make cannons for the Wah.
A giant ceramic frog designed to spit water in a fountain sits on the floor in the space between the a 19th century arm chair and a beautiful Queen Anne style end table that they picked out of a dumpster during their college days.
The cellar is full of wine aging to its proper time, plus more boxes of books, kitchenware, plates and platters that come out for ceremonial occasions, more boxes of books, and what seems at a glance (I was trying, unsuccessfully, to find the freezer that is somewhere down there) like my nephew's old toys in a pile (he's now 30).
It was daunting, yet they function well in this environment. They can find what they want easily, and with a minimum of fuss not only served a traditional Thanksgiving dinner, but, with a little help, washed, dried, and put away all the dishes, service pieces, silverware, and pots and pans well before 9 PM.
Still, I was concerned that the home had begun to keep them, rather than vice versa, and I came home grateful for the amount of space we have around us in our home in Cephiro. My wife and I are doubly anxious to attack the remaining piles of clutter and breach the wall of boxes of extra kitchenware in the garage, still unpacked since our move 2 1/2 years ago. As Keropi said perceptively, if we have not missed any of this stuffage since then, chances are we won't miss it if we donate it to the local Good Will.
And ... perhaps most imprtantly, I was grateful for the relatively small space (visible from my keyboard) that my art collection takes up.
