It starts with a tchotchke from the pedi’s post-shot treasure chest. Then Aunt Karen visits and unloads her giganto bag of little plastic goodies. A hideous roadtrip impulse buy (you know, to get them to be quiet long enough to listen to 3 minutes of a podcast) becomes a beloved heirloom that can *never* be thrown out.
Then, it’s a holiday or birthday, and you’re contemplating what to buy for your kids that won’t be old news by the end of the week, inch you closer to a Hoarders intervention, or both.