Confession...of sorts. At our last garage sale were a few suspected hoarders. It was a little bizarre. One lady was a nurse. Saturday morning. She says she goes out to garage sales EVERY Saturday. She does not need any of these things. Most of the stuff she buys ends up in her garage, which is now overstuffed. She can’t control herself. The thrill of finding something she likes at a great price has gotten to be a habit. Now, her husband doesn’t speak to her. He is angry with her. She said she works hard so she should spend her money as she chooses. But, the real truth is it’s rare she needs or uses any of this stuff and yet she is back out every Sat. morning to it again. She seemed so sad. I almost took the stuff away from her. We talked briefly. I told her maybe she could cut back to once a month. Noooo doubt in my mind she was addicted. And no doubt in my mind her house was cluttered and a huge problem. It was sad. PS This nurse said she often carefully washed what she bought at these garage sales, sometimes with Clorox, then stuck it in her own Garage for decades. Omg. C r a z y and S A D More appropriate folks were just having a fun day looking for a bargain. They do this a few times a year. Or others looking for a specific thing or two like books or children’s toys. But, some folks simply took the clutter from my garage and added it to their own. SMH. Sad.