I'm afraid I really may become a hoarder
The top of my hutch that already housed half of my collection. Yesterday I went with my mom to an estate sale where she picked up a few small glasses and several pieces of pewter I must admit I told her were at said sale. Shame on me. She's really gotten into these pewter pieces after my Grandmother swiped one from her house one day saying she'd never miss it. Grandmother has the not so great habit of pointing out all the items Mom collects which I believe only fuels the collecting all the more. In fact, she made some such comment to Mom while in town today. She's not the one that ever has to worry about getting rid of all of this one day. That job most likely falls to me when there's an estate sale to sell everything from everyone else's estate sale. It makes her happy. Leave her alone! I tell all this to say I'm becoming concerned I may have such borderline hoarding tendencies. I've mused this before with my supply of yarn in my yarn closet and MDF...