As Paul and I move, in stages, to our new home six doors down from our rental house, I am overwhelmed by the volume of my collection. Finally opening boxes that have been lying untouched since our move to Texas, my emotional journey is something like this with every new package:

1) Holy crap. I never want to see bubble wrap again.
2) My collection is out of control. I am a bad person. I have spent too much money on pottery. I need therapy.
3) Oh my God. When did I get this? I didn't know I had this.
4) Repeat #2.
5) Oh, this. THIS. I love this piece. I've missed this piece! I can't wait to display this. I love my collection.

Comments

[Dana@mid2mod]

Oh, fantastic...you found a house! I'm so happy for you. I hope pictures of your collection will be posted as soon as you get settled in.