I'm a collector maniac and love to keep things that will come in handy one day .... it's genetic and I inherited the passion (or character flaw!!) from my father.

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I can't throw anything away ... I'm the original hoarder and just know that the article that I read in a magazine will be the perfect inspiration I need for writing ...or that other article has the perfect tip to solve my photography problems. Or I'll want to re-read that book further down the track ... or I'll lose 5 kgs and fit back into those jeans - but maybe I'd better hang on to these other jeans just in case I put another 5 kgs on ..... or maybe ... I'm sure you get the picture!!
I have dreams where I'm about eighty years old, living on my own in this derelict house with magazines and books piled on every surface, interesting jars and bottles on every window ledge and baskets full of ribbons, paper and embellishments everywhere just waiting for me to make more cards and scrapbooks. There's boxes of clothes in every room waiting for me to fit in them and there's photos in stacks waiting to be framed and others already framed waiting for me to hang them on the walls. And of course, there's piles of stuffed toys in the corners and everyone of them has a story and a memory of their own!! In my dreams, the council workers are knocking on the door because my home is a fire and health hazard and there are doctors standing by waiting to commit me because of my collectormania!!!