hoardersPosted: September 9, 2010
i got locked into a hoarders marathon for a good part of my labor day monday.
i had seen commercials for the show, but never full episodes.
fascinating and frightening.
part of me feels like i could be a card-carrying member of the hoarders club.
and part of me is grossed out. c’mon – some of them are just PIGS. the ones who don’t do anything about garbage? i understand collecting. i don’t understand trash piled up to the ceiling.
i need to watch my words. part of me is also thinking, “those in glass houses….”
finished the quoi de neuf pillow from my hoarded vintage fabric collection.
i’m feeling a strong urge to tidy up.
maybe now that the weather isn’t so extreme, i can get some organization going. thank you a&e for that hoarders marathon slap-in-the-face.
if you’re in the mood for a collector’s movie, watch “the art of the steal,” a documentary on who gets control of one man’s (dr. albert c. barnes) $25 billion dollar modern art collection after his death.
the gist of the movie is how dr. barnes’ collection was scoffed at (by peeps in power) way back in the day and how he could hold a grudge once those hater power snobs caught on and realized what he had, all the while being oh-so-generous to the true art lovers, the students and teachers of his barnes foundation. i like his style. another little guy vs. big government.
collectors and hoarders. we all want to believe our stuff is worth money. something tells me i’m no dr. barnes.