I am fairly certain that I previously discussed the difference between a collection and clutter, but it bears worth repeating at this time. Clutter, loosely defined, is a jumble of items. A vast disorder of things, just a notch above the total chaos of the nest of a pack rat. A collection, again loosely defined, is an accumulation of items, generally with some common connection. Unless it is Sunday, then a collection is an accumulation of cash, but that is hardly relevant to this discussion. Well, sort of. More on that later. The common connotation associated with a collection is one of order. Granted, the order is not always clear upon first glance, but generally a collector has some structure, some way that individual items fit within the collection. Shelves lined with Beanies, grouped by family or year of release. Cabinets of curious curios, matched by size or style or origin. Walls filled with art, bookcases filled with books, racks filled with CDs. And albums of, well, stuff that one puts into albums. Like stamps or coins.
As I go through Mom's worldly possessions which she can not have with her at the skilled nursing facility, and which is taking up a considerable amount of space in my house because the unskilled storage facility is full, I have found her "stamp and coin collections." Ahem. The woman has stamps. Hundreds if not thousands of stamps. She also has a few albums. Funny thing is that most of the albums are empty or nearly so. Hear me laugh. Why laugh, you might be asking? Mostly because of another key difference between clutter and collection. The latter, organized in some attractive fashion, has value. The former, while having inherent value, is functionally worthless. Want to guess what an old envelope full of stamps is worth? Not much. Want to guess what those same stamps are worth in an organized album? A lot more. The same goes for coins. Mom has a serious number of coins, most of which qualifies as pocket change, but a few of them may actually be valuable. Hard to tell, though, when they are all jumbled up together in a margarine tub. I attempted to tell Mom that an old pill bottle of coins was closer to a church collection than a coin collection, but the concept was lost in the paranoia that I was going to do something with her "collections." Gee, maybe I will do something. Perhaps something like organize them.
Of course, for the moment, that organization is pretty much going to be along the lines of "this box is stamps" and "this box is coins."