As you can imagine, for everything that you keep and collect, you must find somewhere to put it. And what you put it in depends on its size, fragility and category. I can’t begin to tell you the myriad of boxes, plastic containers, Ziploc bags, jars and bottles that are filled with dried flowers, petals and seeds. Some things I don’t even know what they are, but I saved them anyway – for good reasons, right? There are a few file cabinets in our shed that have a variety of glassware, bottles and vases. Another few drawers with collections of all kinds of shells and rocks – yes, a few drawers. And, there are other containers that have “old stuff”, like oil cans, gears, clocks, tools, beads and baubles. And, other bags contain a variety of fabrics, including black velvet, sheers, tutu materials and ribbons. Yes, the list could go on, but I’ll spare you and leave you to imagine.
At this point, I can imagine several responses. One might be, “Yay! I’m not alone!” Another might be, “Oh my gosh, I can’t even …” Believe it or not, I understand both responses. My grandmother was a hoarder, hardcore. But because of her, I can appreciate old salt shakers, tiny tea cups, marbles, buttons and all kinds of other things, big and small. Sometimes I wish that I could have gone through the house before it was sold so I could “collect” the things that were super cool, but also the things that were super special and reminded me of my grandparents and all the visits while growing up. I did not. However, I do have her old cameras, and they are quite special to me for many reasons.