On this episode of Hoarders

So I think my whole family has come to the realization that my mom is in fact a hoarder. Back when my dad was still around and they lived in their old house most of her "isn't this so cute" crap would find it's way into the basement. The BEST part about the basement was that it had to stairways, one from inside the house and one from the garage.

Gigi never went in the basement. Lucky for my dad! He'd have piles of stuff to bring down and once every summer a trunk load of stuff would make its way to a large rummage sale at our local church. Now her basement is over run with various holiday decorations and luggage of every color (black, hot pink, red, plaid).

Real quick, I'd like to analyze two pieces she recently purchased. The first was a centerpiece of sorts that sits on her floor. It consists of a wreath ($20), a birdcage ($50), and a flameless candle ($50). 1. It's hideous. 2. $120 for something that sits on the floor? Her dog Biscuit is probably going to pee on it.

The other is a painting of a child, holding a bear, starring out the window waiting for Santa. It hangs over the fireplace and isn't horrible... Isn't horrible until I heard my brother say, "turn it on!" With a simple wave of your hand the sky the boy is looking at begins to flash with little bursts of LED lights and the bow tie on the bear lights up. Merry tacky Christmas!