I am a true junkaholic. I see beauty in items others would pass by. I can remember trash digging and finding antique sheet music when I was a kid (much to the horror of my mother). I later sold that collection for 10 cents a sheet and I became a rich kid.

My parents pasttime was selling at flea markets but I just couldn't imagine doing anything like that. Well....I somehow

got hooked. I accept the fact I am powerless over junk. and I am quite comfortable with that.