The other day I was thinking about creating a new post.
I hadn't sewn anything new,
and it's too cold to work outside in the garden or lawn.
All week I've puttered around the house cleaning,
doing laundry and except for going grocery shopping
and one day playing cards with friends . . .
this has been a very dull week.
Not a week to build a post around . . .
but I took out my camera anyway and started my hunt.
with the reward being a subject of interest.
Then it hit me . . .
look around my house and there are stacks of everything.
bowls, dishes, table cloths, tea cups . . .
Do you do this?
We are empty-nesters . . .
we really don't need fifty plates
and fifty bowls.
and tea cups . . .why, I could open a tea cafe.
Shelves are just a way to stack things . . .
leaving a little space above and below the stacks.
I do not like to think of myself as a hoarder . . .
but what does this say about me?
There is a comfort in stacking things up,
but what is it?
Does it create an illusion of order?
I ask this because in most cases when things are stacked,
one on top of the other,
all you have to do is
pull one out and the entire stack falls.
My daughter is the complete opposite of me.
If she doesn't use it, she doesn't need it.
She has no need for different patterns or colors of dishes.
There are three in her family and she feels like
having over six plates in her cupboard is overkill.
The only reason is if guests come for dinner.
Otherwise six plates can mean that the dishes
wouldn't get done after each and every meal.
I look around my house and I have stacks for everything . . .
My elephants are even in agreement with me.
Am I just creating a warm and cozy home?
Am I a true hoarder?
Am I an organized person?
Am I on the verge of madness?
Please let me know what you think . . .
the truth now . . .you don't have to spare my feelings.
Your blogging sister,