Trading cards and the stuff we love
My name is Andrea. I’m an Ottawa-area mother of two school-age girls and I love my stuff. There. I said it.
I’m mildly obsessed with sorting, managing, acquiring, admiring my stuff and I know I’m not alone. We all have sentimental connections to our belongings. The interesting thing about it is that the degree of these connections varies widely. There are hoarders among us (people who live out their lives between teetering piles of stuff) and on the flipside: minimalists, backpackers, and monks who relinquish ties to all manner of earthly goods.
Where does it all come from? Is it genetic, or do we come by our obsessions in other ways?
Most of us fall somewhere between the hoarders and the minimalists, and nowhere are the differences more apparent than in our basements and attics.
How many boxes of stuff would you say you’re holding onto? And do you know what’s in them all?
I am pretty sure we have boxes that haven’t seen the light of day since we moved into our home, oh, back in the late nineties. I’m tempted, but totally afraid to throw them away sight unseen. Odds are they contain stuff that can be easily sold or given away, but here the thing … what if one of them contained a family heirloom? Or something I would miss, but has no value to anyone but me?
Take, for example, trading cards.
When I was growing up the boys in my neighbourhood were really into hockey cards. I had a few of those (I may or may not have attached a rookie Wayne Gretzky to the spokes of my bike to achieve a much-desired putt-putting noise) but I wasn’t really into sports, so sports-related trading cards didn’t hold much allure for me. I focused on two collections: (1) trading cards from the movie E.T. (YES, the Extra Terrestrial). I don’t even want to think of how much bad gum I chewed, and how many hours I spent during recess scrutinizing, trading, and bargaining for the ones I was missing.
I am fairly certain that somewhere in my basement there’s a complete set of E.T. cards. Does it have any value to anyone but me? No. But I can’t bear to get rid of them.
Before E.T phoned home I was all about (2) Charlie’s Angels trading cards.
Here are a select few from my collection:
And my personal favourite:
I was never able to figure out how they maintained such perfect hair while fighting crime.
I especially like the bilingual captions and the frequent use of exclamation marks. It makes each! one! seem! so! exciting !
Did you collect trading cards? Are they in your basement somewhere? Do you think they’re worth anything, or are you just holding onto them because you love your stuff?
andrea usually sorts her stuff at a peek inside the fishbowl.