I have a bag fetish, too. Not for ‘purses’ per se, but the eternal search for the ultimate in convenience and utility. Current fave. (Hmm, price has gone up.) Not that you care, but I am an addict, after all. 
Here is another one. A real cutie. MUST STOP! My apologies.
Also, fleece. I have dozens of pullovers and vests, most of which I’ve made, but there’s always another color/style/fabric…
Books and music, too.
Books, book cases, tools . . . and irises. And socks.
Socks were the thing I’d splurge on when I was broke. Socks are utilitarian. But if i spent another buck or two to get a pair that’s fluffy or whimsical, I’d feel like I was splurging and staying virtuous at the same time.
There would also be some sushi in there, but collecting sushi would be a bad thing.
Books. Already have a lot, but since I can’t remember what I have and I don’t have room (and I have a big pile to read already), I’ve stopped buying
Some for DVDs.
Kimono and toys.
Guns. More guns. Bigger guns. No, bigger than that.
Books.
Cats.
Women wearing cute panties. (Hey, stop hitting me! I was only joking! Honey…)
Books, dvds, cds, games, beer, booze…
And really cool kitchen stuff to be able to experiment!
DVDS and CDs. Books, of course. And homeless animals. By that I mean I’d probably go down to the animal shelter and come back with two dozen dogs and three dozen cats. Why not, if I’ve got the space and money to feed all the poor things?
I would say kids. I love babies but the darn things are expensive.
For small, everyday things that I can’t get enough of, comics and anime.
But my biggest (and financially unattainable) dream is to collect Doctor Who props. I’d have an entire army of Daleks if I could, and the TARDIS, and an Ood, and…
Tools and guitars.
And books.
And music.
And trucks and motorcycles…
Hmm. Maybe I’ll just make a list of the things I wouldn’t want a lot of.
Books. Songs on my iPod. DVD sets of all my favorite old shows.
Cats. Dogs. And a bunch of lizards and snakes. And… you know what? Let’s just say pets.
Purses. (I almost exploded with delight when I found this site.) Brightly colored or elaborately designed, well fitting shirts.
African masks for my walls. Stained glass windows. Sculptures.
Furniture - sofas, beds, benches. Those big seat/coat hook combinations that you put in mud rooms. Comfy throw blankets. I can spend hours looking though furniture and houseware catalogs.
Stuffed animals.
And the rest of my house would be littered with my husband’s sports cars, computers, legos, and swords.
Home decor.
My home is quite small and there’s only so much I can buy and still have a liveable space. But if I had the room it would be filled with flea market stuff, Eames, Hans Wegner, Etsy finds, vintage furniture, and random pretty things.
Books.
Comic books.
Movies.
Concubines.
Books; shelves and shelves of books. Well, MORE shelves and shelves than I have now.
Video games.
A really high end PC.
Houses and condos. I’d want one on every neighborhood in the world–furnished and stocked with food and entertainment so I could sleep in a different place every night.
Cars and motorcycles. Can’t get enough of them. People always ask me why I have ten cars. I tell em, “Cause I haven’t found the eleventh one yet.”
Books, of course.
Maps.
Cheese.
:smack: I always forget the important things.
Pets–horses, cats, dogs. Lots of dogs. And kitchen stuff. And probably shoes.
Books. Yarn. Craft supplies. Musical instruments.