
U Glu, three pairs of medical scissors, one set of very flimsy plastic kitchen implements, including:
- ice cream scoop
- cheese grater
- corkscrew
- other stuff

Since I just spent a week cleaning out the upstairs (so I can actually live up there) and disrupting my mother's "order," she's really edgy so I decide not to ask her why she bought this crap.
My little thought bubble mind shows me holding up the ice cream scoops she already owns (at least the ones I can find. I'm sure there are more that I can't find.)

I already know what her answer will be, "But I don't have a red ice cream scoop. I need a red one too."
And there you have it. The hoarder always has a reason for why they need something in addition to what they already have.
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