Kirahfaye wrote: Last night something made me open it up..... in it was my mom's Lalique collection (what was left of it over the years). I started to cry.... Oh, I know Lalique isn't worth much anymore, but there are a couple of pieces that have special memories attached to them.
My mom passed away a couple of years ago now, and when we cleaned out the house (where my brothers and I grew up) I felt like I couldn't part with
anything! I hauled a U-Haul trailer and two carloads home with me, a thousand miles... and now most of what I couldn't bear to part with sits in storage tubs in my storage shed. Periodically I begin to think, okay, I can get rid of some of this stuff now, but then I'll open up some little box or unwrap something that's in a bag and all these memories and emotions come flooding back and I tear up, so back in to the storage tubs it all goes. I sometimes wish I could be more "practical" like my brothers, although I noticed that the more practical of my brothers, who initially suggested throwing everything from my mom's house in to a dumpster, still has a couple of dozen boxes of stuff from her house stacked in the back corner of his garage.
DollyKim wrote:I remember going in to a comic book shop that hung their loose action figures from the ceiling like they were in an epic battle.
That sounds majorly cool!
Kattriella wrote:I go through doll burnout every now and then (though I feel like it's usually just regular burnout combined with doll burnout), and I start to wonder if I really need all the stuff I have and ask myself why I started this hobby.
That is where I have been for much of this year, across the board burnout. I thinned out a number of dolls (mostly Monster High), started to feel better about the hobby and about life in general, but now the malaise is setting in again.