What makes us collect things anyway? It might be a little of the hoarding instinct that some people take to the extreme. Hoarding is an illness unless it is controlled, then it is a collection. See?
Nostalgia has a lot to do with it. That Mary Hartline doll reminds me of how I loved her when I was about five years old. I even had a Mary Hartline majorette outfit. I wore it all the time. When I researched Mary recently, I found this picture.
That's it! She's wearing my dress.
I used to collect cows. I know why that happened. I told my Sis that I would like to be reincarnated as a cow. All they have to do all day is chew their cud and be milked. Since at the time I was a working mom who was so busy it sounded like the life of Riley to me. She bought me a cow and the rest is history. I told my friends the story and they all bought be cows. I had so many cows it got ridiculous but it still didn't stop. After someone told me that every time they saw a cow, they thought of me, I announced the end of my collecting. Really, do you blame me?
I don't collect anything any more. I guess I don't have any more obsessions. What? What do you mean what about all the scrapbooking stuff in the closet and cupboard
up in my "office"?? What stuff?
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