... I better not muck it all up.
Hey everybody! I know it has been a minute or so since my last post, and I have been slightly busy what with toy Miss M's funeral as well as the real life issues that have been unfolding around me. I wanted to share an update since I am not sure when I will be posting my regular fun stuff. I have been in the process of moving... back home with my parents. Yes dear readers, at the ripe old age of 31, I have moved back home with my parents and brother. This is a full house story of epic proportions. Not because there are four adults connected by genetic markers picked to live in a house where their lives will be taped, but more so for the fact that I am the only toy collector out of the bunch and it drives everyone insane.
Truly, if there was ever a time for a reality show to be made, it would be now. Since that won't be happening, I will simply share with you all the madness of my own creation and how it is simply piling up. Put simply, I have around 30 years or so of stuff I have never been able to let go of. One or both of my parents firmly believes I have a mental problem. It's not pretty. Maybe I do. I don't really know. All I know is that I do have a large assortment of toys. For most adults that would sound titillating, until they realize that I am actually referring to straight-up true-blue toys, the kind consisting of action figures and dolls.
I don't know what I am going to do. I feel as if my organizational skills are top notch. I can create pockets into other dimensions where I can hide large amounts of items with no one being the wiser, however, I feel like I have been caught. The jig is up as those classic detectives of the 30's and 40's would say. This hoarder has run her course.
Or have I?
No, I have. As I move through into this new phase of my life, I am taking stock on the mass of memories I have placed upon pieces of plastic and I am sifting through what I feel I should still have and what I feel will find a better home with other folks.
By the by, I don't feel that my issue is that I have too much stuff. My issue is that I don't have enough space. If I was some weird rich old lady in a warehouse, everyone would just call my crap a museum and I'd be right up there with the other flashy important museums of the world. I'd have like the Toy Smithsonian or something. But I don't live in a warehouse and no one I know feels that this mess I am lugging around with me is museum material. I joked with a friend recently that I simply cannot part with my collection because in some ways the items are like all my children. To which my friend replied, "Children that you keep locked up in a room." We laughed so hard at that, because my statement was a bit ludicrous. Of course, better for them to be locked in a room instead of an attic. (That's some V.C. Andrews humor for those who didn't know. Ba-dum-bum.)
Anyways, it's exhausting and I feel awful that I have put my parents into this nightmarish world of She-Ra, My Little Pony, and Marvel super heroes galore. (I wish that was all, but it isn't even the tip of the collection iceberg.) I have also gotten so behind on replying to comments and emails, which I hate doing, so for those who have recently left a comment or email, I will be replying! I've also been playing catch up with the writing I do for NERDSociety and Retro-Daze, two wonderful sites that value a good toy Smithsonian.
So that is about it for my update dear readers. My dirty thirties have actually turned out to be pretty dirty thus far. I am the purest definition of hot mess. With that said, it is still a new year and I am going to do the best that I can to get myself up, stand tall, and throw my arm up into the air and say, "For the honor of Grayskull... I am not She-Ra, but I will try my best to do her proud!"
I also plan on getting some fun things posted around here too. The journey of toy Miss M has only just begun! I have a fun story coming up that involves April O'Neil trying to figure out how the monthly interviews are going to work without toy Miss M's journalistic skills to help and last year I crafted this ongoing story for toy Miss M's after life that should hopefully prove to be one fun ride. I was also going to do a Top 10 Toys of 2013 post, but I just couldn't get to it. I did however write a fun little piece on some of the retro toys I purchased in 2013 for Retro-Daze. Check it out! And never stray too far, there's always some good fresh dorkette goodness right around the corner. Take care everybody.
P.S. Is everyone else excited that R.L. Stine is bringing new Fear Street novels back in 2014?! I sure as heck am! I can only hope the new Fear Street books will have covers that nod lovingly to the originals. That would be the good kind of icing on a cake.