Collectibles

Starbuck's mugs and cards, that WAS my hot button collection. I once coordinated my coffee travel mug to my outfit-of-the-day. My chocolatey-rich brown Calvin Klein business suit paired well with my tall brown insulated mug with golden swirl embellishments. My pink silk jacket from Rottles, one of my more luxurious purchases, went perfectly with the red with the gorgeous pink rose emblazoned thereon. The stainless steel with the navy power suit, etc.
 
So successful, so affirmed, so necessary. I was contributing to society, paying taxes, living responsibly within my means. My collection got donated to Good Will as I worked at clearing clutter for my husband's sake.

I think my yarn stash qualifies as a collection.  I spent free time knitting and collecting balls, skeins, and hanks of delicious fibers like: self-striping sock yarn, woolen tweed from Ireland, silky, shiny ribbon yarn, oh-so-soft and decadent angora, sturdy wool from Germany, innovatively-dyed Japanese fibers, fluffy mohair, and trendy, little specialty threads. I was knitting, purling, and single-, double-, treble-, and half-double crocheting my way through it when ALS rendered my hands useless.

 I opened up my stash to my daughter and to my family. No longer certain what remains.