You see, that is my problem. I live in a house continually occupied by many members of the same family for 61 years, when it was built. Now, there have been attempts to remove "accretions", one of them, in the early 2000s, unearthed a homemade roof rack for an original VW Bug; the same purge recycled about half a room's worth of "good boxes". Somewhere in this house (because I have seen it, in memory), there exists a large paper carry bag stuffed to the top with every single greeting card (minus Xmas cards, which she dutifully recycled into gift tags using pinking shears) that my Mother ever received after she moved here...
And I haven't made it better. I have an almost bizarrely large collection of original art, most of it 2-D, thank goddes, but much of it carefully framed, and a little sculpture in the mix. It's all original art (the lithos/prints are "real" prints, properly numbered and signed). Some of the artists are students, but excellent ones, who won awards in their year; some are faculty, some fairly well known on the Canadian art scene, and some are visiting artists (I have a Jack Cassady print). I have an original painting of myself as a young woman, with an odd outfit and a very symbolic background by a faculty member, who was a Jewish guy from New York who painted in a very Paul Peel style. Some are just my artist friends; peculiar pieces for me they've made on a whim. I have an original litho by an artist friend, edition of one, called "single mom in mink stole"... I have a little set of three panels featuring "me", in a sort of caricatured way, oils, all framed, in three memorable Arizona contexts. In the back hall, in a corner that no-one sees but me, I have two of my own paintings, very odd and abstract and primitive, all at once, done under an artist's friend's coaching during two different periods of my life. And somewhere, again with this somewhere, there's there's at least two portfolios with "stuff that might be framed", and one of my Dad's work as well. It's awful. And then there are the books of three generations of bookworms.