My wife and I were not pack rats so much as we just had a habit of collecting things beyond our house's ability to accommodate :D. We had hobbies that were varied and sometimes difficult to support in a small city house of 1200 sqft (and 1200 poorly laid out sqft at that). So we had boxes in the attic and in our dens that were full of various projects we were working on. Over the last 8 months I have wondered into my wife's den about 5 times, maybe a couple more than that when searching for something for someone else. I find going into that room is like lighting a fire in my heart that is just too hard to handle for long and I have essentially run back out on a couple occasions. The other day I decided I was going to start thinking of making a quilt with some of my wife's t-shirts and so I needed to find her crafting square (a plastic square about the right size for a quilting square) to start seeing if it would work to get the main portion of her t-shirts to fit. I had no idea where in her pile of crafting materials it would be but I thought I would start at the project shelves. So I started pulling out a couple buckets when I found something I didn't know existed, a partially completed quilted blanket with Joe Cool (Snoopy) on it. It was a preprinted blanket that she was quilting around but it was clearly something she was doing for me as I am sort of a crazy Snoopy fan. I don't know when she got it, or how much was still left, I looked at it quickly rolled it back up, pushed it back in the box and ran out of the room. I went for a 2 hour hike outside after that, needing to separate myself from the entire house for a bit.
I wonder now, having found this one, what other treasure might be hiding around the house. I suspect that this blanket was being done while she was doing chemo and she would come home and sit around playing with the blanket for a couple hours when she didn't feel like working before I came home. But there could be other things just laying around the house that will trigger me again, and as I eventually start to clean out her spaces, I am going to have to build a good shield to allow myself to find these things without losing my head.
Anyone else find random 'treasure' as they were going through some old piles of things? And did you, like me, run for the hills to hide from the emotion that was involved in finding it? I believe we all have a bit of inner pack rat, and so it is likely everyone has found something that they thought went in the trash or was just a small thing hiding in some corner that held a bunch of memories that were both good and bad at the same time. Keep on trucking out there folks, it is a long journey but we are all in it together.