I'm a die hard collector. I like cleansing the closets of old clothes, but my "COLLECTION" is what I retreat to after a hard day. Every item brings back the memories of the mostly good times we had finding them. It is usually dark with about 24 mannequins thru out the rooms. Sitting there is comforting like sitting amongst old friends. A few have special meaning, like Anne, who we had JUST found when I got the call my close friend Anne would be dead before I could get there. I don't like old dishes, clothes or household junk. Out it goes! Now that makes me feel good.