Lindsay's disorder of the week: She's a hoarder. Turns out, she's not alone, and you can see the creepy evidence sometimes when you go to a garage sale. Multiples of items - where one would do for the average person, a hoarder will have, say, a dozen identical blue lamps either sitting out on a table or crammed into a closet.
I've seen cases of guest soaps in the bathroom just stacked in the tub, making it unusable for years. Where one boxed set of wineglasses will do, someone with a hoarding habit will have twenty, and they'll appear to never have been opened. Or fifteen wall clocks still in their boxes straight from the hardware shelf.
It looks painful to be a hoarder, but it shouldn't be confused with a collector who assembles items for the love of it, like an HO train hobbyist. The photo above is from the estate sale of a toy train enthusiast this Friday and Saturday at 5106 N. Normandy in Chicago.
I don't remember ever buying something from a hoarder sale, which is not to say I won't, and others do it every day. It's perfectly good, often NWT stuff, so if you need it, it's there for cheap. Better than the alternative of pitching it in the landfill, right?
In case you missed it this week, here's Lindsay's All-new tragic story.
Filed under: Garage sale style
