it shall be inventoried, and every particle and utensil labelled to my will

There are currently 750 items on my household inventory. I have travelled through life thinking of myself as a person who does not acquire possessions - rather I collect experiences, ideas, memories and perhaps even wisdom. Now, after two weeks of counting everything I own, it appears that I do acquire possessions. I have, for example, 28 pairs of socks, 10 winter hats, 71 photo albums and at least 8 enormous bins of craft supplies, fabric scraps and costumes. My personal list includes items labelled "Xena action figures," "Japanese draw-string bags," "box of rocks and shells," "unmade dolls," "Dragon puppet show," and disturbingly, item 723 on the inventory: "17 binders, 2 boxes Aki's unfinished thesis notes." All of these items, with the exception of perhaps the Xena dolls and the rocks, I have decided that I can't live without for the next three years.
Brian, for his part, has invested his identity and leisure dreams in 391 books that he will be shipping to our new home (he consented to leave behind 330), and 196 old academic journals that I can't pry away from him. His personal inventory includes a bongo drum, a bin of lego, and at least 6 boxes I have labelled "personal papers" and am too afraid to open. Most of his own belongings, however are included in the approximately $8000 worth of clothing he has acquired during his working life. This figure interested me, as it was at least 3K more than my own clothing inventory (mostly socks), and over 5K more than Jamie's. My tiny baby daughter, however, not yet 6 months old, has a closet to rival her father's and owns a whopping $6000 worth of clothing. She will wear these items over the next three years, and so far her loving mother has only bought about $20 worth of this enviable wardrobe (thanks friends and family), but the numbers are sobering none-the-less. Her clothes cost twice as much as the children's toys, and almost thrice as much as their books. I anticipate teenage girldom with dread.
Back when I was a historian, I worked extensively with inventories and wills trying to imagine a life from a list of goods and chattels. It was important to me which items were considered significant enough to list, what details significant enough to provide, and how written documents attempted to bequeath stories along with property to particular heirs. If my adult life can be read into these 750 inventory items, would I be satisfied with the interpretation? Can a self-declared non-consumer be understood through her possessions? Experiences, ideas, memories and wisdom have no "replacement value" and are non-insurable, but perhaps I should just be more creative with my notes fields. I should, like Olivia, provide a "divers schedule" of my very being, with "every particle and utensil labelled to my will," supplying both monetary, and personal values. But maybe it's enough to know that I have 28 pairs of socks.