I am surrounded by stuff.  I have so much stuff that I feel like I might just be swallowed up in it.  I have said for years that if I was in my workroom when an earthquake hit that it might be days before they would find my body.   I love to look at photos of people's scrap rooms.  When I take photos of my work space, I can't do it like most women who share their scrapbooking retreats…proud of the beautiful cupboards or artistic display, organizational ingenuity and adorned walls.  I have to take pictures of small, limited spaces – and it's not even of the stuff that I use all the time.  It's the stuff that's ornamental.  I have to face it…my space is just overloaded with stuff.  Don't get me wrong – it does have some semblance of organization.  There is just too much stuff!  If there was ever a special episode of "Hoarders" that could be scrapbooking (or grocery) related, I would be a prime candidate.  Mind you, my whole life does not revolve around collecting stuff.  It just happens.  Mostly by accident or being in the wrong place at the right time (should that be in the right place at the wrong time, or right place at the right time?) for my collecting, that is.  I rarely buy things at full price, but when I find a deal…I'm definitely a sucker for a