I come by it honestly. Both my parents are collectors.
Besides the book collections, the instruments and the record/tapes/CDs....
I have a passion for Russian lacquer boxes embellished with folk tale illustrations; I was lucky enough to acquire many of these during the early glasnos years, as they have become increasingly "collectible," meaning expensive, recently.
I cannot resist handthrown pottery, but in my defence it must be said that we eat off of, drink from, and I cook out of, my pottery, even if I do have five times as many mugs and bowls as any household needs.
I did not set out to do so, but I have acquired over the years a vast number of cookie cutters of varying sizes and shapes, many more than I use. Ditto wooden bowls. Ditto baskets.
I am a spinner and weaver, so I do not know if I should count the two closets full of fiber at various stages from fleece to cloth, or my looms (four floor looms and several small looms of various sorts) or wheels, or other tools, but I confess to having much more than I need.
As a child, one of my earliest passions was the Oz books. Some loves never die, and so as an adult I own all but one of the Oz books(I could tell you I got them for my son, but who am I kidding?)I also have been given or found an odd array of Ozzish things: bubble gum cards, jewllery, nesting dolls, an Emerald City snow globe, cardboard ornaments, an Oz game playing board, and my very own pair of Ruby (I know, they were silver in the book) Slippers made for me out of white rubber garden clogs,sequins and rubber cement by Maggie Pierce's grandchildren, who share my love of OZ.
Sell?!! You've got to be joking.