Some people mask their hoarding tendencies by calling themselves "collectors." This is okay if you are Norton Simon and your collection consists of enough priceless art to fill a museum. The Empress believes she is a collector, and that a curator will someday arrange all of her dachshund tchotchkes next to the Pollocks and Rothkos.
There's a Pez Museum in Burlingame fergodsakes. To enable her collecting, the Empress
bought these items at her local Goodwill.
Okay, so I got a great big Mom bag with room for bananas, sewing kit, pepper spray, Buttered Rum Lifesavers and comfortable shoes. I haven't gone into the Hoarder abyss yet, but then... I found these and HAD TO HAVE THEM.
Not bad, and can use as a purse within a purse for collecting.
But then, I gave in to those hoarding urges.
At this point, I can't be stopped!
It's a slippery slope from Collector to Hoarder. My next post may be from Rehab. Still, I had the time of my life at Goodwill.
For reference, here is a scary photo from Hoarders. Memorize it.






