I might as well admit it to the world. My 10 year old son and husband already know. My husband just shakes his head when I return from a morning's outing and mumbles "less junk, not more". But, bless his heart, he just walks away and leaves me to enjoy and delight in my new found treasures.
Today I found someone's discarded set of wood carving tools. I am envisioning lino-cut fun later in my studio. Everything for $3! Oh, I know I could have probably talked the woman down but goodness I would have paid $3 for a bone folder.
I should also admit I am a toolaholic as well as long as I'm confessing. I simply love to have to tools to do something when I want to do something. I love amassing all the tools. In fact, sometimes I simply want to collect the tools, learn how to do the craft, and then move on to something else. I learned it from my father, the great collector of all things. He may not have used a tool in 10 years, but even at 84 years of age he could have told you exactly where you had to look to find it.