OK, I don't know if you would call them collections, but I have A WHOLE LOT of some really weird shit.  I mean yeah, I have a lot of clothes (spring, summer, winter, fall from sizes 12 to 18 - that's alotta clothes).  And shoes - same deal, size 6-7.  (Did  you know that the only thing that continues to grow as an adult is your feet?  Been a size 6 for 35 years, and them BOOM - one day I'm a 7.)

I have a lot of costume jewelry and some nicer "pieces".  One birthday my wife said, "You have enough jewelry, don't you?"  ZOUNDS!  Blasphemer.  I sagely advised her that a woman never has enough jewelry.  She being the butch does not understand this female bling thing.

Now here's the weird part.  I have A LOT of wire-edge ribbon.  The kind you tie and it stays right where you bend or push it.  Makes every package look pretty.  I have about 60 rolls of Christmas ribbon and 40 rolls or more of regular birthday/wedding gift ribbon.  I mean she bought me 2 little 4-drawer  for-god's-sake carts on wheels to store them in.  (I love her so much.)  And well, I guess with the ribbon must come the wrapping and coordinating tissue. 

I have 2 oblong zipper soft-side "cases" for the regular gift wrap, and one plastic storage on wheels for the Christmas stuff - total of about 40-50 rolls.  (And who says I have control issues?  I control how much of this stuff I buy...)

Makeup is a little weird for me too.  Guess I'm always looking for a way to look more attractive.  But a small tackle box full of just lip liners and lipsticks?  I was getting a little weird about office supplies, but fortunately nipped that one in the bud.

But here's the weird thing -- other than that I'm not a packrat.  I mean I don't have a gazillion knick-knacks, and I don't collect bells or owls or spoons.  The only other thing I'd like to start "collecting" is maybe some nice old pottery - like Royal Copenhagen, Hull, or some of those other kinds.  Fortunately most of that stuff is out of my league budget-wise.

Books don't count.  I have two floor-to-ceiling shelves of books.  These are my friends, and are never discarded (unless you can pry on out of my hands, and then I'll donate it to the local library.)  I and pug Betty love to curl up on rainy days with a good book.  And since this day qualifies, off I go to finish "Wicked" (an alternate story about the Wicked Witch of the West, not a bodice-ripper.)

Ciao.