📜 Our Story: From Holding On to Letting Go
Once, I clung to everything. Growing up in a foster home with little to call our own, we found magic in what others threw away—garbage bags of hand-me-downs sparked battles and excitement in equal measure. My foster mother taught me how to coupon and ad-match like an art form. It was survival then—but over time, it became a habit, then an addiction. If i
t had a use, real or imagined, I kept it. My shelves groaned. My peace shrank. Last summer, I reached a tipping point. I realized I wasn’t curating a life—I was drowning in it. And then came the day I found my neighbor, passed away. And hidden behind closed doors, her very own hoarder story. It was a moment so heavy it cracked the floorboards of my own denial. I saw my daughter’s future flash before me. And I knew: I don’t want to leave her a burden disguised as belongings. So began Hoarder Stories—not just a shop, but a shedding. A reckoning. A resurrection. Here, I catalog what once overwhelmed me, sharing pieces with people who see not junk, but potential. Some things are vintage. Some are brand new, still sealed from their purchase. Every object has a story… and this is mine: from chaos to curation.
