No, my accumulation was NOT “extravagance” and with rare exception was NOT “poor judgement”.
A lot of what’s in the house was inherited from others (meaning lots of memories and emotions tangled up with it).
Some of the rest of it used to be used, like my skis, bicycle, and other sporting goods, but isn’t any longer (to give you an idea of how non- extravagant those purchase were: the skis I bought in 1982 and was still using up until about 10 years ago. The bicycle was bought in 1978, still used until about two years ago. So it’s not like I ran out every year and bought new gear.)
Some of the rest is books: last count I have several thousand books. I am slowly whittling down the collection but the fact is there are quite a few I re-read every 5-10 years. I sort of wish there was an easy way to convert some of them to e-format, but there isn’t.
Some of the rest is the products of my crafting - all those blankets, scarves, etc. DID serve a useful purpose, entertaining me in their making, but after 45 years of various fiber arts I have far too many. I really should donate them but I’m finding a surprising number of restrictions in doing so in some circumstances.
So… the problem isn’t that I’m always running out and buying a lot of crap, it’s that I have a lot of trouble throwing anything and now have a half century of stuff piled up. I think I’ve got the input problem largely under control (as evidenced that when I stop the purging the piles don’t grow), now I have to work on the output part of it.
I going to keep making crafty stuff, I enjoy it too much to stop. The problem is the stuff piling up (when my great aunt Pearl died there were crates of her hand made lace left to the family - very pretty, but how many lace dresser runners can anyone use?). Lately, I’ve been doing the very practical thing of knitting socks - useful, don’t take up much space, and they’ve replaced some of the socks I had that wore out (And yes, I’ve thrown those worn out pairs out. Yay!).
I don’t want to stop making things, but I need to do something with what I make and, needless to say, making something beautiful only to throw it out is NOT going to happen around here.