Even the most minimalist person has a guilty (or not so guilty) hoard of stuff, the need of which others might question. Those who move around a lot have a cardboard box that’s never unpacked yet the contents is indispensable. Some people now sleep on mattresses supported by piles of magazines stuffed beneath it, the bed frame redundant. Some of the Squeamish Bikini team have confessed to their own hoards…
Of course, some people might say that having 50 pairs of shoes and three years of F1 press releases and media information packs constitutes hoarding. I say that the latter are reference materials and the former are my babies.
My make-up collection has grown so much that last Christmas my best present was a repurposed toolbox which I now keep the make-up I regularly use in. But there is an overspill bag(s). I don’t feel too guilty about my make-up hoard though because it is one of the rare hoards I have that I actually use. Squeamish Kate
As a teen I would buy sunglasses and then never wear them, I was (and am) always on the hunt for the perfect pair of aviators that will suit me. I was a teen when those Chloe shades were The Pair to have and I scoured the high street searching for the perfect imitation. It spiralled from there, I spent my first significant paycheque on Chanel 5018s and I am still hunting down a pair of Chloe 89s (high five to anyone who knows what I am talking about). Each time there’s a significant change in sunglasses style I think ‘gosh I can’t believe I used to wear aviators/asymmetric/rose-tinted shades! Now I will never go back because this is the style’. Until the next one comes along… Squeamish Kate