My mom used to have a whole wall full of Hummel figurines that my dad gave her for birthdays, Christmas, anniversaries, whatever good thing date, etc., etc. There were hundreds of them. It was my job to dust them. I hated it. When my mom passed, I refused to have anything to do with them (the figurines.) My sister was very happy. She did not have the history. Woe to the girl who placed them back in the wrong place.
When I married, I vowed I would not have any such thing to punish my children with. I do not dust unless I can see that it is real bad. Don't like that? Don't visit. My house is clean and neat but dusty. For some reason I don't have an aversion to vacuuming. Go figure.