Um, I have this small problem. I’ve had it for years. I want to call it a collection, but in reality, I’m hoarding.
I’m a hoarder.
I’m not sure when it all started, but I have a *slight* fascination with pretty paper and all things stationary. I can’t help it – it thrills me. Thrills me, I tell you.
I had boxes of the stuff all over the house: stashed in end table drawers, or stacked on shelves like bookends. I had boxes in kitchen cabinets. You should never, ever see what’s in my basement. *shudders*
I had boxes of invitations to birthday parties. To dinner parties. To Christmas parties! To cocktail parties!! Man, I do so love a party… but inviting people and actually hosting are two very different things. And you know what? I email people for just about everything. Poo. (I think that also makes me a slacker.)
I had just about every gift tags known to man. Some even had the dreaded glitter on them, but I kept them anyway since, you know, the holidays are all special and whatnot.
I’ve got ’em in English and in French. I’ve got blank ones, and ones filled with pithy hilarity. I’ve got one with beautiful drawings on them, and others with funky patterns. Need an anniversary card? Got one. Someone die? Awwww, balls… here you go. Celebrating Kwanza? Well… actually, you’d be out of luck there, but I’ll bet I could whip up something wonderful with my zig-zag scissors and some stray glitter. (There’s always some stray glitter. It hangs around for months. Hence, my hatred of glitter.)
About two years ago, I made a promise to myself that I wouldn’t buy any more stationary of any kind, until I used up about 20% of what I currently have. I pared it all down. Totally edited. Cleaned it up. I’ve been a good girl about it, I have to say.
After some renovating last year, I gathered all my wares into one large pile, decided one one place to keep it all (which is the sane way to do things) and ever since, it’s all tidy in one splendid drawer in my kitchen, and I love the way it looks when I pull it open… *gasps* You see:
This kind of nerdiness just pleases me. And you’d think I might actually mail letters to people… but no. It’s all just too pretty to use. I hoard it instead.
I hoard it.
I’m a hoarder.
I’M A HORDER!!
Okay, that doesn’t sound any better to my ears, no matter how often I say it out loud. I have to get rid of some – this addiction is killing me. (No, not really… but it’s a bit silly, isn’t it?)
So. *ahem* Hit me up if you want a letter or something…
Et tu? Do you hoard anything in particular? Spill it here.