Collector of stuff

I have a collector living in my house. A collector of all things. My sweet Maya collects EVERYTHING, and I do mean EVERYTHING. She puts everything in little bags, big bags, boxes, drawers, you name it.

My children are attending camp this summer and I work there so that they can attend camp at a reduced cost. It happens to be the camp I attended as a child so it is nice to be back at a place that I loved (and made my best friend for life at).

A few days ago, or maybe even a few weeks ago at this point, Maya's counselor (who is a friend's sister in law working at the camp) says, "Maya collects stuff, I mean, she is always stopping along the way for a bead, some lanyard, a sticker." I said, "Yeah, I know. She does that with everything, we have bags of stuff all over of her "treasures" but that is her." The counselor then said, "After a while of her doing this I realized it is who she is." And that is true.

Hopefully I can work on her skills and take her to the flea market and Estate sales with me someday.