When one has lived a lifetime of considerable years and has the taste of an artist, a problem arises.
Too much stuff.
Too much beautiful stuff.
Can that be possible?
Having not only my own beautiful stuff, I have now acquired a great deal of my parent's beautiful stuff and the problem expands!
These lovely glasses are not just beautiful, but were a wedding gift to my parents from my Mother's mother. She had few funds to buy such a wonderful present and I knew that, and so here I see them, a gift of love given some 75 years ago, and I can't part with them.
Even though one glass is missing from the set.
And this is only one example of my dilema.
I'm only ruthless to a point.