I once had my teacup read by this very tiny and sweet older lady who had the most intense blue eyes. At first we went as a lark and I was skeptacle, but she really surprised me. She looked into my teacup and asked with a smile, “I see lots and lots of books, are you a teacher?” I was almost speechless since I’m not a teacher, but I am in fact obsessed with books, well magazines to be honest. My girlfriend roared, “she is soooooo addicted to magazines”! “No doubt”, I laughed, because it was too true.
I can’t even fathom how much I’ve spent over the years. I often passed them along to friends and family. Even so, during a recent move I had to force myself to leave over 300 magazines at the local library. They had been tucked into closets, dresser drawers, book shelves, craft lockers and well, really everywhere. I began to wonder if I was a magazine hoarder. Those show’s are so scary! I had every issue of Victoria magazine since it premiered. Once in love with their style, we had grown apart. Why then had I continued to buy it? I guess I didn’t want my collection to be incomplete. Reality check, it’s called an obssession.
It kind of felt good to purge but I sometimes miss the odd issue here and there. I still seem to find myself wasting way too much time at Chapters looking for new favorites. But I’ve cut way back and really, “how many is too many”?
