hoarding......

Hey...wanna know a little sumpin sumpin about me?? Okay. I have a fear of turning into a hoarder. Whew. I feel free now that I've admitted it. I am also addicted to any show that talks about hoarding. My family? Those losers find it hilarious. I first heard about hoarding on Oprah. There was this woman who looked like an all-together-business woman but when you went into her house...oy-vay! She was a hoarder of the first order. Oprah sent a team in there and cleaned it up. A year later she sent a team in there to see if she kept up with everything. She hadn't. Then there is that other show about the team of four people who go in and organize your home for you. I think to even qualify your home has to be filled to the rafters with stuff. For some reason that show scares me down to my soul. I watched it when I went to the States from Korea to help take care of my dad after he had surgery. It struck a chord in me and I promised myself that I would do one very mighty purge when we moved back. It's funny too cause if you knew me you'd know that I am the queen of purge! I clean my fridge once a week! I clean my purse once a week and if I'm being totally honest about it I even clean out my email account cause I feel it's messy if there are old emails in there. Yeah, I know.....fa-reak. Anyway, now that we are back in the States and are on our second shipment of stuff my family is having a little fun with my fear of becoming an 80 year old hoarder. Every time I put more then one thing down on a table one of them will say something like "hmmmmmmmmmm, looks a little crowded in here" or "wow mom, you sure do have a lot of stuff" or even "pretty soon you won't be able to walk in here" all of those things cause me to have heart palpitations as I envision myself closed in among papers and clothes and other things I would have found on the street and packed in tight little rows while 50 cats all meow loudly.

Today I got them back.

Tomorrow is trash day and since this is the great purge of 08' we had a lot of stuff to set out at the curb. The curb which is a block away. Oh, and boxes. Let us not forget all the empty boxes I had to stick out there for the box-man to come and pick up. I calmly went in to wake them up this morning and announced that the last set of movers would be here today so we needed to take all the trash to the designated trash area. Ha. You should have seen their faces when they realized that they, the fruit of my husbands loins, would be taking it out there. All of it. Laugh at me you little buggers! Hmph!
Oh, and by the way....buying every bit of fabric in the world does not mean I am a fabric hoarder. No. Nope. No sir-ee-bob. It means I am a well adjusted quilter who loves her some stash. If I take it out every so often and stroke it and call it presssssssssious who's to say that's wrong?? Not me. Nope. No way jose.