It’s not just my closets overflowing. I have a storage locker too, jam packed with thirty years worth of finds. Some of my collectibles are worthy of a a jaunt up to Pasadena’s monthly Rose Bowl Flea Market, but that’s not going to happen any time soon.
So I’m home is full of boxes and packing materials, making our dining room look more like a UPS Store than a place to entertain. But my partner is very understanding, and maybe more so hopeful, that my treasures will soon be off to good homes very soon.