OK, so, in my head, the title goes just like "If I Were a Rich Man" from "Fiddler on the Roof", so I have to get it out of my system.
There, now I feel better, and a little Russian.
I needed that, because the subject of hoarding hits just a bit too close to home with me. My Mimi is a hoarder. She can barely move around in her house, despite living by herself in a three bedroom home. The Momma Bear is quickly following in her shoes. It wasn't that way when I was a child, but recently, it's getting bad. The boys coming back to live with them was one factor, now the detritus of two little guys is everywhere, their backbacks and laundry stacked in various places. But after Grammy died, it got worse. They brought back boxes and boxes and furniture that they have no room for. So, I worry that one day, my home will be too cluttered for the people who live there too.
Currently, the clutter isn't winning any battles. Things are mostly put away and I have a place for most things. I've even cleaned out the kitchen cabinets and the hall closet since the kids went back to school, and my trunk is full of things to donate. But, with that said, there are a number of large totes in the hall closet, filled with craft supplies and unfinished projects. There is one whole corner of my bedroom dedicated to "crafting" that currently looks like a crime scene.
I don't know that I really "hoard" craft things, but I sure do have a BUNCH of unfinished projects around. I've been working on cross-stitching Christmas stockings for all of us since before Hedgehog was born (yeah, she's seven, I know) and the stitching still isn't completed on the Engineer's. I'm YEARS behind on my scrapbooking, and the sewing projects are in a tote under the bed. And don't even get me started on the two unfinished furniture projects in the garage. Hmmmm. Maybe I AM a hoarder.
Don't be surprised if I don't post for a while, I have some things to do, apparently!