It's time to come clean. I'm doing this with hopes that I can help others that might have the same problem. I was telling a friend about my blog and one of the reasons I buy pottery. She said I should write about it to the people. I am a hoarder. I know everyone is saying, "What?" Let me clarify. I'm a hoarder at heart. I get it from my mother, she is a hoarder. I have been fighting it for years and have learned all of the tricks to keep it at bay. But like a chocoholic, I have to indulge or go crazy so I have created rules for myself. As I have expressed before, pottery speaks to my inner need, it relaxes my soul, helps me to connect with all things natural. Rule #1 The pottery must be hand thrown. Rule #2 It must have some type of marking of it's creator. Rule #3 I can't pay more than a certain price for it. Why Rule #3? Because I have found myself lovingly caring around an armful of pieces at various prices, trying to justify why I should break Rule #3 so I can have these marvelous creations. Sure I could break Rule #3 but I would feel guilty in a house stuffed with pottery, have less money for basic needs, and have no self control at all. You see it's an exercise in control. I make sure I follow my own rule and enjoy the exercise. It's all about the hunt and the waiting and seeing. If a piece is more than Rule #3, then I must wait until it is marked down or know it isn't meant to be. It will delight someone else today or another day. What does HZ stand for? Maybe it could be for "Hoarder's Zoo" because I have a menagerie of pieces in which I am the keeper.
