I guess forming sentimental attachments to things is a common experience, which sometimes tips over into hoarding. I like to think that I am not a hoarder, although I certainly have a house full of objects, I no longer need. For instance, there is a shelf full of videos no longer playable, without the purchase of a VCR machine. I keep these videos to remind me of the enjoyment displayed by my young son, when watching them some thirty years ago! I also have a CD player and CD collection, which I rarely play, as it is so easy to find anything I want to listen to, with a click on a post on you tube.
I hang on to a children’s Play Stove, because it reminds me of visits from overseas by my grandsons, when they were under five years old. I used to place it in a corner of the sitting room, stacked with tins of toy groceries and equipped with pencils and paper, which they used as a play shop. I originally rescued this Play Stove, which was in good condition, from our communal waste collection bin. The original owners clearly had no sentimental attachment, that prevented them from discarding it.
My most dubious object for retention is an increasingly broken-down blue sofa, which is still serviceable – just! It continues to get constant use, when really it should be semi- retired. A couple of years ago there was a family discussion, when it was suggested that I replace it with a sofa that was filled with air, inflated with a pump. This was duly bought, although I defiantly kept the blue sofa (it is my house and my sofa after all!) resisting plans casually mentioned to break it up! Fortunately, I did so, as the air-filled sofa soon sprang a leak and started to deflate. The blue sofa still stands in my sitting room, sagging somewhat but triumphant.
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