One of the themes that has been a part of this blog has been the constant struggle of what to share. Just how personal can one dorkette get? I have gotten pretty personal on here. You were all there for me when I momentarily lost my career and my marriage. I have made you all laugh and even cry a little with my nutty toy stories. You are all always there for me with your kind words and supportive ways. I truly appreciate it. That support means the world to me, especially when I feel as if I have fallen into a very dark place.
Ya see dear readers, there is a hidden side to being a toy collector. Sometimes we talk about this hidden side but more often than not we only look at the shiny fun aspect of toy collecting. The joy it brings is also met with a certain type of madness when you lose control. At least it is that way for me. I have been steadily collecting toys since I was a kid. I have amassed a toy collection over 30 years in the making. I feel very strongly that it is trying to kill me or make me insane. (Does breathing in all that plastic cause lung problems? I am curious.)
I have been silent on here for awhile because while I am ready to take pictures and share new toy stories and continue on with the saga of toy Miss M, I have a far more serious issue to attend to. So for the past month I have been working when I am able to at trying to organize and shape up my toy collection. It is not easy. I feel very anxious just thinking about all I have to do. However something has to be done. I am about to share with you some images that may be shocking and disturbing, viewer discretion is advised.
Part of the entrance. Magical colorful ponies great any guests.
I don't usually get many guests because I am nervous to share this with people.
On the other side of reality, a familiar set of play sets from All My Toys!
One too many toy Miss M figures! (Can you ever truly have enough?)
Dusting is a pain. Plus there are spots where nothing seems to fit or belong together.
Can't forget the dolls.
Nor can I forget the Marvel Legends. So many Marvel Legends.
A batch of freshly opened toys. I am trying to figure where they will go.
Dolls and more dolls.
These photos only cover maybe 80% of what I own. I don't even know if it is 80%. I could have taken more photos but the purpose for these photos is not to be some bragging annoying chick about owning all this cool stuff. It is more so a dilemma that I face. I enjoy my collection but I also feel like it is making me lose my mind.
Now before anyone tries to psychoanalyze me do realize I am a therapist so I know a thing or two about what goes on in my brain. I do not own all this stuff to fill some void in my life since I am single and childless. I also do not have some compulsive addiction. I am not going to be found on My Strange Addiction or something. I know my limits, even though it does not look like it right now.
My goal is to get this stuff in tip top shape. I don't like living like this. One thing I am thinking of doing involves throwing away certain toy packaging that I have no use for. I have plastic bins filled with opened toy packaging because it just seemed like a good idea to hold onto at the time. However it is serving no purpose!
I want to get back into blogging on a regular basis but I can't because all I think about is trying to make myself look like a nice sane person instead of carrying my own full season of Hoarders. So that is where I have been. I have been in a strange place trying to situate my life. It is not easy.
I live in that space daily. I see that giant toy collection daily and I am reminded that I have created a space that might frighten the majority of the people in this world. Personally I could care less what everyone thinks but this massive collection is getting to me. I am not sure how much I can enjoy it when it is this big. Not to sound like a size queen or anything. Ba-da-bum. I also realize that this particular problem is a total reflection of my privilege in a world that allows me to be materialistic to such an extent. However I am not trying to write a college thesis on this. This is my life right now and I am trying to figure it out.
Fortunately I do have friends that look at my collection and find themselves in awe. Positive awe. Not the kind of awe that is like, "Oh poor Michael, she is going to die a lonely old woman and they won't find the body for awhile because it will be buried under doll hair." I won't be that woman. I refuse. Although come to think of it, going out under a bunch of doll hair does sound pretty bad ass.
So this is what I have been dealing with. I have not gone anywhere. I just want to really take care of this massive endeavor before I return to my regular posting abilities. For now I will do the best to post whenever I can but do know I am still here. Unless there comes the day that I am in the news for being the local girl that died under doll hair. It would be awhile before they found me because all the scented toys in my collection would mask the stench of my rotting corpse for a moment or two.
I hope you are all doing well. Most of you communicate with me in some way shape or form but I do hope that everyone has been up to wonderful and exciting things. Also, if anyone has any tips on taking care of a massive toy collection leave your comments below. I need all the help I can get. Take care everyone, thanks for reading, talk to ya soon!