Shelves in the Attic

My attic

As I've discussed here before, I'm a big collector. Mostly, I concentrate on items with an Americana and/or feminist twist - Amish quilts, milk caps, suffragette postcards, and of course jewelry and shoes.

I also have an extensive ribbon hoarding issue collection, and a nice supply of vintage fabric and beads. 

And what is the number one, most important thing for a collector to have? Space. Lots and lots of space. And for the first time, I have this too.

We recently bought a house (coincidentally?) from an avid collector. A collector of such insanity extent, that no one else could see past his copious stuff and appreciate the house. For me, his collections of dolls, boats and maps were all part of the home's charm.

Not to mention, he had my perfect attic.

My perfect built-in shelving, two-zone climate controlled, air-purified museum storage quality attic.

Are you a collector who dreams about endless shelves in the attic? Or do you think collector is just a fancy way of saying hoarder?

Instructions for my Husband: The Kids Shouldn't Watch Infomercials

This is the conversation we had at our house:

Husband: I really want to show Magpie the painting show with that guy, Bob Ross, he does a whole painting in like 15 minutes!

Anna: That sounds really classy. Maybe next you could show show her an infomerical?

Husband: Next time? Magpie, tell Mommy what your favorite infomercial is.

Magpie: The Magic Bullet Express where they show you how the thing can clean like THREE DIFFERENT things. I love that one. Oh and the one with the sausage/bacon cooking thingy. I like that one a lot, too.

Did you, my beloved husband, not get the memo that we are raising our kids in a TV-free home? And if maybe TV-free is a bit of an exaggeration, is it too much to ask that it be at least an infomerical free zone?

This is the fourth post in my ongoing series of Instructions for My Husband.