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I collect things - all kinds of things. Eeyore, Unicorns, Keroppi, Pochacco, books, CDs, movies, dolls, toys, boxes, hearts, silver jewelry, postcards, letters from friends, antique embroidery, photographs of loved ones, artwork, The Crow, Dancing Hippos in Tutus and mementos from special moments in my life. I think that is part of the reason I really hate to move, so much stuff to pack and unpack. I am, admittedly, a packrat. The very idea of forcing myself to "cutback" on my collection of stuff is mind-boggling! So, I have a great number of things that require dusting and trying to find a specific item is sometimes daunting. But being able to look over my things and see something that sparks a memory, well worth remembering, is a luxury I afford myself. Most precious to me are the letters from friends and my kittens - Jezebel and ChaCha (although they certainly aren't "things" - they are my beloved kittens).
Several years ago, I had my memory effected by a serious illness. These things I collect help me remember so much. Now it is harder than ever for me to understand people who can simply up and move - leaving behind their special things. I guess those people are more galvanized by things yet to happen than by memories. Tradition, history, culture, and memory are more important to me than the excitement and stimulation of constant change. My memory is improving daily and I couldn't be more thrilled about it, but still I hold these "things" near my heart. So, if you really care to see my "things", click on the images below. This dusty, obscure and disorganized collection is only the tip of the iceberg.
Wissago
