I have to fight hard against my pack-rat tendencies. I’d have a thousand of everything if I let myself. But some things, no matter how hard I try, I just can’t help but hoard.
Magazines. Holy hell. When we moved there were boxes and boxes and boxes of magazines. They go back years. Some of them I haven’t even cracked open. But I’m convinced I might someday. Even now with the baby, and barely having a free moment to bathe myself, I still think I’ll get around to those magazines. Delusions run in my family.
Nail Polish. How many shades of pink polish does one woman need? Unless you answered “you can never have too many” you are wrong. They’re just so pretty. And easy to throw in the cart when Ryan isn’t looking.
Flip Flops. True story: When I was getting ready for the move I found a box full of flip flops with the tags still on that I have no recollection of purchasing. But instead of being disturbed at my apparent shopping spree amnesia, I was excited I had a bunch of new flip flops to wear.
Gnomes. I bought a gnome at Target years ago and for some reason I just never stopped buying them. If I see a gnome, I have to buy it. And now that people know I have gnomes, they buy them for me too. They’re everywhere. On the porch and in the kitchen and in the car and poking out of cupboards. Just to name a few places. When we moved, one of the movers spent a couple of hours just packing gnomes. He probably thought I was insane.
Product Manuals. I have a Rubbermaid container full of them. Do I ever go through and get rid of the ones for items I don’t even own anymore? Heck no. That might make sense. I have no idea where my graphing calculator from high school ran off to, but you better believe I still have the instruction manual for it.
Make me feel better and let me know what you hoard. If it’s wine, also leave your address so I can come visit.