Comments on: The Cracker Problem

By: Juri

Juri — Tue, 06 Jan 2009 00:12:29 +0000

I don’t eat crackers, candy or chips, and I can’t remember the last time I bought any of those. If I weren’t a binge drinker and a borderline alcoholic I’d feel like a love child from a threesome between Buddha, Mother Theresa and Mahatma Gandhi by now.

Of course, the real reason is my teeth were so bad for such a long time when I was young that I learned to live without snacks.

By: Ann

Ann — Mon, 05 Jan 2009 17:28:20 +0000

Please bring your crackers to my house at once. I was cleaning out my fridge yesterday and found 20 – YES, TWENTY – varieties of cheese. Don’t embarrass me further by making me list them all, but suffice to say they ran the gamut from Kraft slices to $21.99/lb Humboldt Fog.

Imagine the party we could have! Hors de’ouvers and constipation for days on end.

By: OMGGMAB

OMGGMAB — Mon, 05 Jan 2009 02:16:04 +0000

Mark, if it makes you feel better, I can send you some stuff I bought while costuming shows, but never used. May not quite make up for the Junya Watanabe jacket. How great would your closet look when sporting a chain mail shirt?

By: fashion herald

fashion herald — Sun, 04 Jan 2009 07:16:55 +0000

Your cracker hoarding post makes me weep. As I am a cracker hoarder, in more way than one.
And god bless you for identifying “female hoarding” and “male hoarding.” Let’s not fuck ourselves over ladies and call it “just hoarding,” this shit is gender specific and I am ready to admit it if you are, boys.
–from the fashion herald adult who has been trying to clean over the holidays.

By: Sister Wolf

Sister Wolf — Sun, 04 Jan 2009 00:18:18 +0000

Miroslav – This poetry my heart makes skip the beat.

Iheartfashion – I just hope we can find the book after it becomes absorbed into the clutter.

K-Line -This is FANTASTIC news! We have the jam to go with those muffins: 12 jars when I counted them today!!!

Den Den -Oh god, the bill towers! I know them well.

Honeypants – My grandma also saved paper bags. Many years ago, she gave me one that turned out to be full of cockroaches that ran in all directions when I finally opened it. In my family lore, this is known as “Grandma’s Gift.”

Mark – Very very sad. Get Ste Marie to pray for you.

Make Do – MINIMALIST ?!?!? The horror!

By: Make Do Style

Make Do Style — Sat, 03 Jan 2009 21:10:08 +0000

I’ve been hording the crackers – I’m always in fear of a cracker shortage. Believe me it could happen.
You sure you didn’t send that book to my husband. I swear he’s in league with the author. I asked him how we should decorate the house today and he said minimalist – I cried.

By: Mark

Mark — Sat, 03 Jan 2009 20:37:01 +0000

I’ve made attempts to curb the number of stupid catalogs that come to my house with catalogchoice.org, but it doesn’t work! Fucking Restoration Hardware sends me a catalog biweekly despite my continued efforts to cancel it. Same goes for fucking Pottery Barn.

For a while, I sold clothes on eBay, clothes that I bought and never wore, clothes that still had the tags on them. I missed every single article that I dropped in the mail. While I agree that stuff really isn’t that important–I know this logically–it pains me to think that some asshole in Indiana is wearing a really cool Levi’s RED jacket that I bought in 2002, or that some prick is wearing the coolest Junya Watanabe deconstructed flight jacket from 2006 that I paid way too much for and sold for much less. I want them back! Even if they don’t fit.

By: Honeypants

Honeypants — Sat, 03 Jan 2009 17:41:05 +0000

You should have seen my grandmother’s when we moved her out… 20 year old bags of sugar and flour crammed in cabinets. Jello mix from the 70s. Canned foods that expired long before the first great grandchild was born. Boxes of bags and bags of boxes, styro takeout containers, every piece of cardboard packing material she’d every seen. Fabric leftover from the 60’s when the shop she worked for closed in every drawer and closet in the house. It was incredible. I was at her (much smaller) condo last weekend and she showed me her new collection of bags and takeout boxes. But she was a child of the Depression. That’s her excuse.

As a frequent mover/Katrina Survivor, let me just say STUFF really isn’t as important as you think it is, and the feeling you get from purging really is a weight-lifting, monkey off your back, sigh of relief.

By: Den Den

Den Den — Sat, 03 Jan 2009 17:29:16 +0000

I rarely have time to go out “thrifiting”, junking, shopping, or ordering-on-line; however, I’m drowning in mail that just keeps coming through my mailbox like a horde of wasps I can’t outrun. I have piles of bills, and statements, and notices, and official looking documents that eventually form into doric like columns here and there. What do I do with them? And why do they keep coming . . . Maybe because “they” know I never read them and that’s my punishment for ignoring them . . . I’m doomed to keep getting them month after month after year after year . . . . and yet I can’t throw them out because I think they have some hidden meaning attached to them that I haven’t figured out yet.

By: K-Line

K-Line — Sat, 03 Jan 2009 17:14:54 +0000

Oh, I can out do you with the cracker thing. My husband hoards english muffins. Seriously. You cannot see anything in our freezer (which we actually need) because he has a minimum of 15 spare frozen packages of muffins at any time. Just in case they run out at the grocery store?!?!? So he’s told me.