As you know, I've pretty much been possessed by a shadow of my former self lately and have been cleaning and de-cluttering like crazy and in the process have discovered something.
In the past I have claimed that my husband is a hoarder. And he is, it's true, remember the great pasta post? And, apparently, I never even mentioned his tendency to hoard canned tomatoes or black tee shirts (despite the fact that I have informed him a billion times that black is NOT his color).
Well, during the Great Purge of 2012, I have discovered that I inadvertently hoard craft materials; this is hysterical only because I don't "craft." Oh sure, I've dabbled in it once or twice when something has caught my eye and I think to myself, "OH! I could do that!" And then, apparently, bought the store out of all its materials to make said craft exactly once.
I have also discovered that I hoard ribbons. Any and all kinds of ribbon. You need Christmas ribbon? I've got plenty. It has also come to my attention that I have loads and loads of blue ribbon. Baby blue ribbon, to be specific. Some of which is inscribed, "It's a Boy!"
The only thing I can determine from the ribbon discovery is that I must have hosted and attended a great many baby showers where the sex of the child was a boy. I am now currently urging any and every woman I know, of child bearing age, to get knocked up with a child of the male gender - if only so I can rid myself of all this damn ribbon that is taking up valuable real estate in my home.
Tights. I love tights, this is not a secret. The more fun, the better - I have harlequin, stripes, polka dots, plaid, mutli-color, brights; etc.. So explain to me how I own more than eight pairs of plain, black tights? Not to mention footless tights. I NEVER wear footless tights. But yet, I own several pairs. Granted they are fun - stripes, leopard print; etc - but they are footless. Something I NEVER wear. But because some of them were so fun, I kept them. So any ideas on how I can wear footless tights - at my age- would be much appreciated.
"Beauty" products. Yes, I do love beauty products. But, apparently, my fascination with them ends pretty much immediately after I realize they don't live up to the hype. I'm so ashamed by how much dried up stuff I threw away recently. New vow to self: only buy what you truly love.
So there you have it.....I AM a hoarder. But in my defense, at least it's more interesting than pasta, tomato sauce, and tee shirts.