Packrat

I have to face it. I am a packrat and I don't know what to do about it.

In my heart of hearts, I actually intend to live long enough to find a use for all the random stuff I save or rescue. But a reality check assures me that nobody could POSSIBLY live that long. The plan, you see, was that I would live here in Camarillo for the rest of my life and I would leave it all for my children and grandchildren to sort through after I was gone. I figured that the anger and frustration that this would generate would help them through the grieving process.

So much for plans. Now that I am moving to Pasadena and am also very much alive, it is all for me to do. It is me who is angry and frustrated - at me. So the trick is in figuring the possible-use odds for every object in my currently overstuffed garage.

Will I ever hook another rug? Maybe.
Will I ever crochet again? Yes. Will I need yarn? Yes.
Will I have more granddaughters (or friends grandaughters) who can use the beautiful clothers that Abby has outgrown? Yes.
Will I bake cookies to put in Christmas boxes to give away? Probably. I won't have a job.
Will I need the picture frames I have collected for artwork? Probablly. I won't have a job.
Will I need matt board? Yes
Will I need random gifts I have picked up? Yes. I won't have a job.
Will I need extra bedding? No. (finally!)
Will I need pieces of ceramic doll body parts, eyes, wigs, paint? Probably not.
Will I need doll molds? Proably not...no kiln
Will I need craft clay and accessories? Probably.
Will I need THREE printers? Yes. Yes. I really really need them!
Will I need all the toys? Yes. The grandchildren.
Will I need all my beautiful books? Yes. I really really need them!
Will I need to keep every piece of art Ada or I have ever made? Not sure.
Will I need the bakers racks? Donno.

Ah. The list goes on. Big Sigh!