DON'T HATE ME BECAUSE.....

Well, honestly, I found Crimplene lurking in my basement last night. Is that the way it was spelled. It has been so long since I have seen anything that ugly and the memories came flooding back of how we all thought it was the best modern invention since the steam engine. No more ironing. THAT WAS PART OF THOSE FABULOUS FIFTIES(er sixties). It was literally goof proof as far as sewing and it was almost indestructible. In fact that is one of the reasons that the landfill does not recede. It just will not compost itself unless the heat is high enough to melt it into a cow pie. And who is to blame for this atrocity in my home, well, you should have guessed, I always blame my mother. She moved in with my husband and myself in May and along with her came hundreds of yards, bits and pieces, scraps of lace, zippers, on and on.
And how does Zen apply? That is what I would like to know. Any help?
P.S. Even my little Italian mother-in-law had a crimplene dress, a brown one for the house, black for parties. She died last year at 96. The dresses outlived her.