We love "stuff" in our country, don't we? Apparently, we love it so much that we're willing to pay for someone else's stuff too, just to add to our own.
A wise octogenarian once said, "Don't be possessed by your possessions." Actually she said it last weekend, when she invited me to her new "stuff shop," a spot she had rented for a month to try to make a dent in the dispersal of her long-collected ephemera.
Between gifts and post-holiday blow-out sales, the list of stuff we really, truly don't need will burgeon. And even though we can live without half of it (if not way more), it seems there's something about stuff--sheer stuff -- that rivets us.
We are showing people that we can have everything we need, and that our lives and planet will be happier, healthier and more beautiful using less stuff and space.
A dumpster filled with 457 items was recently exhibited in Manhattan's Dumbo Arts Festival. It is the work of collage artist Mac Premo and he says the dumpster-art is "a portrait of a life."
About a decade ago, I accidentally launched into a sub-hobby of genealogy - one I refer to as orphan heirloom rescues. The idea is to return items to descendants of their original owners.
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