The thing about things is that you sometimes forget about stuff, important stuff, stuff happens and things do not , so what's the answer? therapy? Yes, but it's a whole lot more.I once collected so many things someone suggested I cut back a little so I did but that's just one horror story.
Here's just a few yarns from the vaults about collectors gone mad. If you have a weak stomach, turn back now!
One old lady I heard of had a collection of souvenir spoons from around the world she failed to keep them adequately dusted so her friends began to shun her due to the poor state of her collection and the shameful grime in the end she was banned from Tuesday night Bingo.
A vintage car part collector from Brisbane had so many spare nut and bolts that he was forced to miss an afternoon of golf to sort and store his collection more efficiently, poor guy, it was sunny..... and mild.
Guitar enthusiast James Buchanan lost a lucrative government job when he fell in love and married his 1963 Fender Stratocaster ''It has the most beautiful body and I love her neck'' he was reported to say at the reception (I had the chicken), some good news though the couple went on to adopt two orphaned Mandolins.
Careful, be alert, don't fall into the trap of having multiples of the same item, or your life may become an Antiques Horrorshow.