I've recently decided that a little hoarding is in order when it comes to some of my precious possessions. For example, my bright, colorful afghan is one of my favorite things in the world.
My grandma made it from leftover yarn. I can look at those flowers and imagine a thousand other crocheting projects that she did. I decided to take it down from its "for display only" location and throw it onto the back of the couch so that we could really use it. Two days later, Alec was rolling himself into a human burrito, and Theo was pushing his fingers through all the little holes. I folded it back up and removed it from their reach.