My eldest daughter hoards her crapola -- her crayons, her Little Mermaid figurine, her bent playing cards -- in a little white toddler purse, hugged tightly to her chest. I got my stuffs, she says greedily. Gollum with sandy-blond ringlets.
Today, as I surveyed my mountainous fiber stash, fondled my yarn stash, refolded my fledgling (but already impressive) fabric stash, admired my FOs, scruitanized my UFOs, I had to wonder... are we so different, my greedy little crap-toting toddler and I?
I love my stuffs.