My mother is a borderline hoarder. I'm convinced. She's also a compulsive shopper and loves the dollarstore for this reason.
She buys random items that she "needs" and never uses. Sometimes she gifts them (ie Gives them to me)
It's not "official" because the house is livable and always has been...however, I think that if she were ever single (3 "husbands" in my life...two official and one commonlaw) that it would get that way.
I have the same behavior but DH and I call it being a packrat.
We both do it, actually...me moreso. There was a long period in our relationship (even before we were married) that I had to give him my debit card to hold on to because I was running out of money. I can't keep cash on hand EVER. When I have a compulsive episode I can walk into a store with $20 and walk out with a bag...if you ask me what I bought I can't tell you.
One thing that started to "cure" me was when DH and I moved suddenly...like, within a week. We had to really evaluate how much crap we actually had. We ended up throwing away SO MUCH...and then more when we moved again a year later. I went through storage recently (another year has passed) and turned 6 bins into 4, gave away a huge bag of stuff, and threw out several bags of trash.
So, that's me. Anyone else want to share?
She buys random items that she "needs" and never uses. Sometimes she gifts them (ie Gives them to me)
It's not "official" because the house is livable and always has been...however, I think that if she were ever single (3 "husbands" in my life...two official and one commonlaw) that it would get that way.
I have the same behavior but DH and I call it being a packrat.
We both do it, actually...me moreso. There was a long period in our relationship (even before we were married) that I had to give him my debit card to hold on to because I was running out of money. I can't keep cash on hand EVER. When I have a compulsive episode I can walk into a store with $20 and walk out with a bag...if you ask me what I bought I can't tell you.One thing that started to "cure" me was when DH and I moved suddenly...like, within a week. We had to really evaluate how much crap we actually had. We ended up throwing away SO MUCH...and then more when we moved again a year later. I went through storage recently (another year has passed) and turned 6 bins into 4, gave away a huge bag of stuff, and threw out several bags of trash.
So, that's me. Anyone else want to share?







But eventually I realized that those tickets stubs and mementos were clogging up my space and then I went crazy from there. Now I have photo albums, but otherwise almost no "sentimental" things. I've pared down our clothes, books, appliances, furniture etc. to the basics.





Flashlights in every conceivable nook and cranny, in every type and size. DH and I used his truck once to pick up a couch. In the console, I counted 36 packet of ketchup from fast food drive thrus, and there were innumerable paper napkins stashed throughout the truck along with salt packets. Hundreds of salt packets. His garage is not used for vehicles, rather it is a warren of workbenches piled at least 2-3 feet high with bits and pieces of mechanical/electrical/woodworking stuff.