On March 19th, I walked into a real-life episode of Hoarders. My boyfriend and I were headed to the "big mall" in Cincinnati, when I spotted my Achilles Heel... a random antique store. Cory slammed on the brakes, I squealed with delight, and we headed towards the smell of moth balls unaware of the disaster we were about to witness. The small, unassuming shop was called, "Turn of the Century Shop" but a more appropriate name would have been, "Piles and Piles of Crap, on Top of More Crap Shop."
When I crossed the store's threshold I thought, "Wait, why are we in the storage room? Where's the antiques store?" It was a visual catastrophe. Stacks of clothes mixed with books, on top of boxes, under lamps, crammed in with everything from a Magic 8 Ball to a pile of old military canteens. I've never seen anything like it. I think I now understand what it's like to be a mole. As I blindly navigated my way through the narrow passageways, just wide enough to squeeze through sideways, I started to see through the clutter. I began to dig. Why not? I had to know what was under all this crap.