Savannah is a collector.
She collects, well, everything.
There are stashes of paper bits stuffed back in the book shelves. Return envelopes she pulls from junk mail that she has written and drawn all over stacked in her closet and on the counter. Tags from new clothes are kept in a shoe box along with crafts made in Primary.
She is constantly pulling things out of the garbage. Anything that is remotely interesting to her, she keeps. And while she rarely plays with or uses anything from her collections, she becomes devastated, crushed, inconsolable, and appears to feel betrayed when she happens to find something of "hers" in garbage. I have to be extremely careful what and when I throw something away.
But, thanks to her collecting habits, I've decided to start up a new business. Selling rocks and gravel to landscapers.
We have rocks here,
Just call 1-800-savannahscollectionagency for rock size availability and for prices. Both are subject to change as our inventory is growing.
I remember collecting craft supplies as a kid. I had boxes and boxes! Then as a teenager, I collected "Mormonads". They literally covered my walls and ceiling. And only friends who saw my room understand just how literal I am when I say, covered.
I have a brother who collected yogurt cups, the ones with the lids. He would always say, "well, you never know when you might need one!"
Oh ya, I know.
What did you collect growing up?