I have in the past, or currently now, collect:
- teddy bears
- wolves - not real animals, but items depicting them, including prints/photos
- Native American pictures and items
- Green Man pictures and items
- sea shells
- tea cups
- tea pots
- shot glasses
- Disney movies
- salt & pepper shakers
- anything Eeyore
- things (I don't necessarily need or want) that belonged to family members who have passed.
I have tried to stop many of these collections. Some have been more successful than others. For example, I no longer collect salt & pepper shakers - at least, I don't buy them. and technically, I only "collected" them because my mother had a collection, and I inherited them when she passed.
Recently, I decided it was time to give up my teddy bears. Well, not recently, more like 2-3 years ago. I have obviously struggled with it. One of my sisters suggested that I take a photo of each one, then scrapbook it. And give away the teddy bear after the photo was taken.
The Girl and I started this process two weekends ago. Because in order to clear the clutter from the table in my room, I have to clear the bookcase, and the bookcase is where these bears reside. As I was taking them down and she was cleaning them up, she asked me what I was going to do with them. I was honest and told her I was donating them. She was shocked and asked me, "Why?!" I told her I couldn't keep collecting them and they had to go to someone who would love them.
Then she noticed I was getting rid of my Eeyores too. "You're giving Eeyore away?!" I believe there were actual tears in her eyes.
I started taking photos of some of them, and when I was done, I placed them in a plastic bag.
Except this one.
He's a keeper. Because The Hubs made him for me.
And these two...
The Girl decided she wanted to keep them because they are so extraordinarily soft (and secretly I was glad because I really didn't want to give the twins up).
And I kept my Gund. The only Gund I ever got. It took me a long time to get him. Ya just Gotta Get a Gund.
We made it through only a quarter of the pile before my camera's battery died. Then she had to go. Then the hubs got sicker and I haven't returned to it yet. And now, as I look at the bags sitting in the corner, I have a strong desireto take a few "back" from the bags. Not all... but a couple.
Why do some people (like me) get so caught up in collections? Do you? Have you given any up? Got any pointers you'd like to share?