My Fair Lady

The new younger owner was really looking for vintage, and I had what she wanted, stuff from my mother's third floor closets, everything before 1990, mostly from the 1950s, flowered summer dresses, embroidered shirtwaists, batiks and tie dye. I told her my mother is a recovering hoarder. She gave up on the third floor. I doubt I'll get to help her with the second floor. The new book on hoarding at least appreciates the good in the syndrome, finding the good in things, as hoarders do. They just don't know when to stop. My mother was pleased that someone would want the stuff. WE know they will if they'll pay for it!