Some of us also suffer from a similar malady, SAD(2), or Seasonal Acquisition Disorder, in which one's mood is affected by the amount of vintage stuff that can be acquired. There is almost never a happy medium for SAD(2) sufferers. Either there's not enough stuff, or too much stuff. Sometimes in the same day. Sometimes in the very same moment.
I've had a very bad case of it this year: feeling desperately sad about the lack of good sales, while at the same time feeling overwhelmed by the amount of stuff I do have. As SAD(2) has not received the attention it deserves from the medical community, I have been forced to devise my own treatment plan. It's been a bit of a journey, but I share my story in in hopes that someone else will benefit.
My breakthrough came courtesy of another SAD(2) sufferer, who was having a yard sale nearby. He was in a "too much stuff" phase and was eager to divest himself of his large collection of vintage holiday decorations. Not only did he quote an agreeable price on the boxes of ornaments, he suggested that I make my own boxes so I could pick and choose.
Buddy, I said (sort of), I've been here. Last year I had a sale and sold everything for a buck. Just last weekend I saw someone who came to that sale, and they nearly hugged me and told me it was the best sale they had ever been to in their life. And this person was a fairly old person.
Actually, our conversation went more like this: Me: Are you sure? Him: Omigod, if I don't get rid of some of this stuff I might actually suffocate and my lifeless body will be found under a stack of vintage Shiny Brite boxes.
Well, what could I do? I am not a heartless person. I bought as many boxes of Christmas ornaments as I could justify, then turned my attention to my next-favorite decorating holiday, which would be Halloween. I did not even look through the box of stuff to see what I was getting for the price he quoted.
and some party favors. There was more, but the photos are even worse than this one, so use your imagination. I don't think you can go too wrong with vintage Halloween, with the possible exception of the creepy candy container.
Since the sale was nearby, I had plenty of time to come home and tend to other matters. I decided to clean up the attic, which is my vintage storage area, and it looks fantastic. Then I decided to clean the bedroom including the closet, and then I tackled the linen closet. The linen closet is so beautiful that sometimes I just open the door and gaze upon it lovingly.
And so, if only for a short period of time, I have reached the equilibrium that is so often out of reach for SAD(2) sufferers. More stuff acquired; stuff already acquired organized and under control.
For the moment, at least.