My mom is a borderline packrat/hoarder. When I go home for the holidays, she literally pulls out every piece of Christmas craft that I’ve done since kindergarten, and decorates the house. And that’s on top of all the other tacky souvenirs she’s picked up over the years.
I mean, I love the sentiment, but honestly, there’s too many terrifying things with googly eyes looking at me. And I’m not alone.