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Hoarders: Buried Alive

August 20, 2010



  1. Mom permalink
    August 20, 2010 4:24 pm

    You’ve always been the BEST cleaner-upper ever!

  2. Kelly permalink
    August 20, 2010 5:38 pm

    i find your writing absolutely hilarious and even funnier is your Mom’s post on this entry…keep on blogging i check your site every day looking for more…

  3. August 20, 2010 7:34 pm

    Oh god, I hate when I wind up with a hoarding room. I always know it’s going to screw me in the end, but I do it anyway. Have you seen these photos?

    I now have a hoarding basement, which is even worse, because it’s so easy to avoid. OVERWHELMING.

    • August 21, 2010 1:24 am

      I do remember those photos, although I gotta say if my hoarding room looked like that, I’d just don a cape and perch myself on something and admire all my treasures in solitude. If it all becomes too much, don’t be shy about unloading one of those extra shell chairs, I could probably find a good home (mustard yellow upholstery pleaseandthankyou). 🙂

  4. August 20, 2010 8:13 pm

    I have a hoarding room too. That’s why on my recent house tour update, neither of the bedrooms were included. Looks like you whipped yourself into shape though!

  5. August 20, 2010 8:57 pm

    Hoarders is an absolutely amazing show. Did you see the episode when they found the dead cats- yes that was cats- as in MULTIPLE dead cats that looked like the flat packing boxes you get from IKEA. A-Mazing. Sick but amazing.

    • August 21, 2010 1:14 am

      Oh, you mean every episode? So, so sad and terrifying but also like a science experiment, I guess. I’m always more intrigued by the food in their freezers.

  6. Eva Nebbia permalink*
    August 20, 2010 11:10 pm

    glad you’re excited :/ (i was expecting OMIGOD EVA’S COMING THANKEWE!)

    • August 21, 2010 1:06 am

      Don’t you start with me, you know I’m excited (on the inside). Although living with your things won’t be quite as exciting as living with you… I can’t talk to the wok pan. Well, it won’t talk back anyway.

  7. Peter permalink
    August 21, 2010 12:45 am

    So, the Junk Drawer has evolved to the Hoarder’s Room. I have one too.

  8. Patti permalink
    August 21, 2010 3:52 pm

    My son just moved out to start his first semester at LSU. I now have one of those rooms to clean up myself. I must say it’s exciting (the part about decorating, colors, new bed, comforter, and husband and I have a lot of free time ) And oh so sad (the part about my son is gone, I’m feeling old, and husband and I have a lot of free time ) So anyhoot, I found a lovely room to copy from to keep my sadness from surfacing too often. ( And of course the part about how I know how lucky my son is to be able to go to college helps me through it as well. )Glad your roomy will soon be back home!

  9. August 23, 2010 5:39 am

    i have the key to the empty apartment next door and have taken the liberty of borrowing it while renovating my own place. most of my things are there and i have been using the bathroom for a week. it is totally crazy. oh, did i mention i live in manhattan and nobody has been living next to me or below me – for months – you do not even want to know the story of this building.

  10. August 24, 2010 3:18 pm

    Oh geez, don’t even get me started on hoarding rooms. Our house is a 4/2 and I’ve only shown three of the bedrooms on our blog for a reason (part of which being that it has two dog kennels in it).

  11. August 29, 2010 8:58 pm

    Oh it’s good to know that you aren’t completely fabulous.

    But this is hardly gulp-worthy, much less hoarding.

  12. chelsea permalink
    November 2, 2010 7:03 pm

    my hoarding room is currently my garage, which is also our bike storage, the mr’s slew of outdoor equipment, my craft area and holiday clutter area. eeek. we recently rearranged everything to make it more manageable to be in there and then I quickly filled it up with a chrome Thonet knockoff, 2 heywood wakefield chairs and a MCM dresser I found on the street. Its a really bad habit…


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