Collecting can get strange. Some years back I purchased a tchotchke of the lighthouse I was born near. I also grabbed a throw pillow to put on a wooden rocker with images of lighthouses that are on the same string of islands. The Cape Hatteras light soon became the go-to gift for me. I even have one that is striped red and green with Santa and his reindeer circling around it. I finally had to ask everyone to stop. Currently the pillow remains on the rocker and two tiny lighthouses are on a shelf in the office here at home. I wasn't collecting all that stuff, I was being tortured by where to put it all (even the stuff I didn't like) so as not to hurt anyone's feelings. It was an assault.
I'm your huckleberry.
