Others are somewhat like me. They try hard to remove the clutter, but find the memory of the time it was acquired makes them hang on to it. They refuse to ignore that annoying old friend that contacts them once a year over the holidays to bemoan their life or to brag about it. I still respond and make attempts at meet-ups that will never happen. I am not a collector in any formal sense, except for turtle figurines that I used to collect on my travels (never labeled them as to country or state) and which I really no longer collect, after I started putting them in a box!!
There is also my extensive seashell collection that I started when I lived out in the middle of the Pacific Ocean in my younger years. Most of others like these beauties are also in cardboard boxes!
I do save new buttons, just clipped from new garments and put them in a box or a bag never to be used. I guess I would have to admit that I have a rather extensive collection in drawers of glitter, beads, yarns, threads, connectors, paints, fabrics, batik tools, ribbons, bits of jewelry, colored papers, bits of craft from my Mother-in-Law...all in my crafting closet in the basement. I do not use those things much these days, except if the grandchildren come by and want an activity. They take up an entire closet in the basement!
I have a growing collection of books of poetry, yes, but who does not have shelves of those? This is just one shelf below.
I can explain how I got here at the beginning of a new year. I was standing looking out the kitchen window and then decided to take the photo below. The photo is what motivated this
I am a collector of bits and bobs of my life. This is the window sill above my plants in the corner of the kitchen that comes about after I empty my pockets at the end of the day. (Left to Right: seeds, more seeds, a stainless cup I accidentally brought home from a restaurant, a tiny turtle shell, a regular seashell, acorn seeds, a beautiful burl of wood I found, a grouping of oyster shells from a canoe ride, a cardinal feather, and a dried Celosia flower and in the middle background branches from some piece of coral that had washed up on a beach.)
Collections of ephemera in Victorian times were placed in cabinets (Curios) that were called "Wunderkind", "Cabinets of Wonder" or even whole Wonder Rooms. Most were filled with collections by scientists. FDR and Beatrix Potter had such collections, so I am in good company, if not as well organized.