I'm Not a Hoarder, I'm a Collector...

Do you watch the tv show

Hoarders Buried Alive?

I do...

Not in the

 counting down the days until it comes on,

decorating in a theme having girls over for a viewing party,

setting the DVR 

kind of way.

But in the

 if when flipping through the channels I happen to see it,

oh, I am soooo watching it

kind of way.

I will never forget one episode in particular.

This poor white haired Grizzly Adams type  

was asked... 

When did your hoarding get so out of control?

He thought for a minute, 

the wheels almost visually turning in his head,

and replied...

(veeeery slooowly)

"Wellllll, I am not a hoarder...I am a collector."

This profound declaration

 has been an ongoing line between my sister Spring and I.

For we are collectors and not hoarders you see...

And to emphatically prove it,

(for going on 48 hours) 

I have been engaged in 

OPERATION CLEAN and ORGANIZE

MY

HOARDERS DELITE

CRAFT ROOM.

I have literally been going through

 EACH and EVERY thing in there.

One by one, looking and deciding if it is truly 

necessary and relevant.

For instance.

These leaning towers of crepe paper...

totally necessary and relevant.

This Hello Kitty Happy meal toy from December...

not necessary or relevant.

(but wait, I could totally use it on a "Frame of Misfit Toys...")

Enough vintage baby planters to gift to

all them shiny new babies down at 

Utah Valley Regional Medical Center 

and their mommas...

totally necessary and relevant.

This slightly odd

Charlie Chaplin looking, long tongued pig, piggy bank...

not necce...

um...NOPE

 he's a keeper.

OK, FINE,FINE,

 so maybe I kinda, sorta, in some way shape or form,

have a tendency for hoarding...

(the first step is admission)

But take a looksee at what I HAVE done...

Color coded and separated all my Shiny Brites

Finally put to use all those jam, pickle, and sauce jars

 I've been hoarding saving...

and the piece de resistance...

One WHOLE SHELVING UNIT completely organized!!!

(only 3 more to go)

So after all this I said to myself,

Self, 

I am so proud of you...
(even if you are a hoarder)