As I was watching the Nate Berkus show today, he featured a woman on his show who, according to Nate, had an out-of-control pantry. As I watched, the dialogue in my head went along with the show a little like this...
Nate: Let's welcome a woman who has a major problem. She has a pantry that is literally out-of-control.
Me: My pantry is not out-of-control - it's stocked.
Nate: Let's look at her pantry.
(And then he revealed her pantry.)
Audience: Gasp!
(The picture looked a little like this)
(Only, this is MY pantry.)
Nate: Pantry woman, why do you have so much stuff?
Me: She shops too much.
Pantry Woman: I like to be prepared.
Me: Oh. Me too. But, at least I know where everything is.
Pantry Woman: But at least I know where everything is.
Me: Um...
Then, Nate brought on a hoarding specialist.
Hoarding Specialist: You have too much stuff when your family finds it a problem....
Me: Luis doesn't mind our stuff.
Hoarding Specialist: ...or if you find yourself buying more than one of an item to stock up...
Me: I find good sales.
Hoarding Specialist: ...or if you find yourself shoving contents onto a shelf to fit it all.
Me: I have a very teeny pantry.
Hoarding Specialist: That's called hoarding.
Thinking about these qualifications and conducting a brief runthrough of the items currently in my home,
I came to one realization...
I guess I'm a hoarder.
I guess it makes sense that anyone who has a collection of mini shampoos and soaps
really is a hoarder.
Oh well!