I don’t consider myself a hoarder but I am a pack rat. I have been in the homes of hoarders and some rooms were so full as to render them unusable. I can freely move through every room in my house. True hoarding is considered a psychological disorder. A”pack rat” compulsively collects everyday items and saves them for later use.
I have a propensity to save quite a few things I come across. These “castaways” include screws, brackets, wire, washers, nuts and bolts, wall anchors, rope, and just about any part left over from product assembly projects. My theory is that you just never know when something might come in handy and I love being handy. In fact, I just used two leftover screw eyes and a length of rope to hang some dowel rods in my workshop (I rescued the dowel rods from the trash at work).
All the various and sundry pieces, parts, and other castaways are neatly organized and readily accessible, waiting to be put to use on one of my diy projects. Reminds me of one of my Mom’s mantras, “A place for everything, and everything in its pace.”
There is a good measure of satisfaction when I use one of my “castaways” to complete a project. I’m sure that when my children are going through my stuff after I’ve gone to that workshop in the sky, a common refrain will be, “For the love of God, why did he keep that?”. Until then, I’ll keep collecting castaways and putting them to good use.
Always very satisfying to use that cast-off piece of timber or length of rope.
I love it when a cast-off works perfectly. Gives me a deep feeling of inner satisfaction.