I was raised with the values of resourcefulness and frugality; we didn’t throw away most things. Everything served another purpose; be that in the compost, the recycle bin, or made into something else useful.
Some have called this “Polish packrat syndrome.”
I enjoy being resourceful – and encourage others to be – because it prompts creative thinking and respect of things. I think this fosters love and peace.
Some month’s ago, I bought this fantastic watch that I’d wanted for a while (they had sold out of it and just got another shipment). It came in a sturdy box with – get this – a pillow. The watch was resting on a pillow.
I, of course, could not simply throw out said pillow (resourcefulness and a hatred for adding to the landfull were my obstacles), so I stood there, holding it, wondering what I could possibly do with it.
I think this is how some people become hoarders and, indeed, when I have the guts to watch the tv shows about people who hoard, many of them are resourceful and loathe adding to the landfill. Their homes are filled with items that they believe have no where else to go. The items become “orphaned” and the owners develop an emotional attachment to them as they “save” them from doom.
Hmm, just on the heels of me wanting to declutter and be all Zen.
But I could not throw it out.
I found a use for it.
Sweet dreams Barbie. (Barbie apparently sleeps in the buff.)