It's funny to refer to my crap as "collections" as I never really intended to "collect" any of it like we did baseball cards when we were kids.
The Books: Books and book clubs are such dangerous traps for me. I LOVE books and I LOVE the look of a row of bookshelves against a wall. I don't know if it equates class to me that a person reads or if it's just a window into somebody's soul when you can see what they are reading/have read. I generally prefer the books to films too, as the voices, the emotion, the tone comes as much from my own mind as that of each author. Subsets?
---Play anthologies: I was a theatre major and I LOVED my anthologies and hardcovers. Even back in college, I needed to own a copy - checking it out from the library was always the less palatable option. I wanted my own copy to read over and over. Hello McFly! Plays are to be performed, not read! When I have a proper path (and not until I do) I will box them all up and bring them to the old theatre department for the students' use. They are of no use to me and a constant reminder that while I had the talent, I never had the kind of drive needed for that life.
---Self-Help: Yes, I was going to to self-treat the depression; fix it myself! It was just a matter of finding the right book to tell me how! Please. I have more books on Anxiety, Depression, Clutter, DIETING, OCD.... There are a lot of self-help books out there and many are in my apartment. Some have been great tools for me and others may be the right thing for somebody else. What I have learned about self-help is this: If you don't act on a problem and simply read about it and ponder, you soon will have a bigger problem. I bought loads of these too - it was easier to have them sent to me anon than to have a librarian (who couldn't give a rat's ass what I'm reading) judge me for checking out a book on depression (must be crazy). Oh yeah - books on clutter prevention ARE CLUTTER! They all basically say the same thing: the trick is you have to GET RID of stuff! I'm not saying that many books in the self-help category aren't helpful or don't have good information. What I am saying is I got so caught up in finding the right solution without using any of the techniques I was reading about that I just made bigger problems and I am certain I'm not the only one that has fallen into such a trap.
---Books about Faith: I'm not telling you which one because this blog is not about religion and I'm not out to convert anyone or to have others try to convert me. That said, one of the things all the religions have in common is a plethora of books and trinkets claiming to have all the answers. They don't. Be sparing. The "stuff" falls into two categories - tools and souveneirs. Faith is within - it doesn't come from any object.
---Crafts: You're never going to make every project. Having a hobby is one thing, but my only advice here is not to buy a book full of 50 projects when you only really want to make one. Check it out of the library.
---Classics: I'm one to read books over and over but I'm also the keeper of books I've not read in fifteen years. A library or a used book store could make much better use of them and yet they sit here sucking the oxygen from my living space.
The Films: I have VHS oh yes I do! Rather have my own copy than rent it, I did! Luckily, back in the day, I realized the studio apartment I lived in at the time was not going to be large enough to hold a movie collection and I stopped buying them. DVD's were starting to come out too, and even though they took up less space, they were more expensive, so I really only have a few. Netflix pretty much saved me there. I'm not saying I'll never buy one - I just don't need to have them all save for the few I watch over and over.
The Music: Not really an MP3 girl, so the music stays. I don't buy as much of it though and I have the discs in books to save space - no jewel cases allowed (might get one for dvd's too though a smaller one). Any cassette tapes have to go though - I'm sure most are warped and I've nothing to play them on even if I wanted to (besides the fact that the sound quality is poor compared to cd and lp). That brings me to the vinyl collection. I've decided to wait until I've cleared space for the stereo to be running again before I make a decision to keep or sell the vinyl. I always had more vinyl than cassettes, even though the latter were all the rage in the 80's because my parents were split up and my father considered anything we had at his house to be his property. He knew I loved my rock stars so he bought me lots of pop music - on vinyl so I couldn't take it home with me. Even though he gave it to me it was still his, after all. I digress. I'll have to see how the turn table works once I unbury it.
Craft Supplies: Crafting is an addiction and I plan to use my dining room as a craft room when I am able, but I still have to sift through the things that are usable and not. When I was learning to knit and crochet I bought loads of cheap acrylic yarn that I will never make anything out of because I have become a yarn snob. However, I will not allow myself to buy any new yarn for any new project until I deplete my stash by going through the contents and deciding what is still usable. Some will be thrown out, the acrylic stuff will be donated to a daycare or something for making those lovely macaroni necklaces kids bring home to mommy and then I'll use what I can. A friend is in the process of opening a resale shop so maybe I can get her to take some handcrafted accessories on consignment - it's just a thought. I also have loads of quilting supplies; a hoop and fabric up the wazoo. I never learned to quilt and I doubt I ever will. I also have a couple years worth of quilting mags. I'll have to wash all the fabric (the cat sleeps on it) and what is still usable after that will be donated to charity. There are plenty of groups that quilt for the troops or for nursing homes that would be glad to have all that fabric. I only wish I'd never spent all that money but at least now I know that fabric and craft stores are places I have to be VERY careful of. I literally need to make a list and get ONLY what I need for a current project, not future ones that would be really cool to make at a later date.
Exercise Stuff: Jeez I have three scales, none of which work, a body bar, a rower ($10 at a garage sale!), an exercise bike my former neighbors left in the hallway, the perfect push-up, a couple yoga mats I'll likely uncover at some point and the plethora of videos, mostly VHS, of every exercise program that was going to be just the thing to make me fit and healthy. Oh and a Wii Fit system that was given to me as a gift by my mother, who thinks it will be just the thing to make me fit and healthy (notice a pattern here?). That stupid bike is going away once I can get the thing down the stairs - I never should have brought it in - the building management would have eventually disposed of it. It's got to weigh 70lbs and it's one of those big old ones. It works fine - I may just put it on Craig's List saying if you come get it it's yours. I'm really wary of doing it but it's one way to get rid of it. I'd like to just push it out on the porch but the building fines for that. The rower was something I used to use and would like to start again. It is compact and would fit in a closet if I had a closet - or in a corner or under the table - point being, I can put it out of the way when not in use.
Coffee Cups and glasses: Do I really need an entire cabinet full of this stuff? 'Nuff said.
Ugh I have so much work ahead of me and i don't really have a closer for this post except to say I had to fight for it this morning - I so didn't want to get up this morning but I did.
So what do you accumulate? Does it own you or do you own it? Discuss.
4 days down, 5 bags of trash out of here.
About Me
- Ima Hoarder
- I'm one of those people you sometimes hear about on the news or hear people making fun of at the water cooler after watching a certain trashy reality show. I hoard. I'm afraid of my back porch. I have OCD. No one has been allowed to visit my home in a decade. I want to change that while somehow attempting to help others like me find the tools they need to overcome this humiliating disorder and perhaps give a little insight to those that think it is something to laugh at. I would also like to host a dinner party. This is my squalor recovery. My journey begins here.
Thursday, May 27, 2010
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