This is not a current view of my bead table – I have worked on it a few times lately to attempt a bit more organization. But there always seems to be those beads that don’t have a home, new stock trying to fit in, leftovers from previous orders. . . still this is possibly the most organized corner in my house! And more coming in.
I have decided that I watch the reality series about hoarders (currently there are two: Hoarders on A & E and Hoarding: Buried Alive on TLC) simply so I don’t feel so bad about my own housekeeping. I feel for the people who are holding on to their “collections” they have stored over the years. I understand to a degree how important certain items can become in our lives, representing memories of better times or lost loved ones. I can understand the stacks of books, magazines, or clothes waiting to be donated or recycled. All good intentions.
Recently, after watching a parade of hoarders pass by on my TV, I caught myself glancing around my home, spying out trash, identifying treasures, and realizing I’m teetering on the edge. Now don’t get me wrong here. I do not collect empty pizza boxes, out of date food, or empty juice bottles. I cannot understand those who find value in these items, but I do believe it only adds to their depression, which in turn feeds their need to hoard. I have yet to find a mummified cat or dog under my clutter.
But I do have hundreds of books, stacks of unread magazines, more crafting supplies than I will ever use in my lifetime. My plan today was to go to a 50% off sale at a local business which is stacked to the ceiling with fabrics, sewing supplies, decorator items, furnishings — none of which I need, but I still want to go. Come on – it’s half price! Regardless of the fact that I have not sewn anything in many years, and I have totes of fabric waiting for attention, it’s a sale!
Some of you will think I’m crazy, but many of you understand completely. Whether you are a bargain hunter or a craft hoarder, you know where I’m coming from on this one! Wouldn’t you love just one day in Mood?
Hmmm. . . think I might just drive downtown and see what’s going on. . .