Join Date: Sep 2009
Location: northern arkansas
Memoirs of an ex-hoarder
Hi everyone, I'm Sierra (*hi sierra*) and am a hoarder. It has been 3 years since I last hoarded.(*clapclapclap*). My hoarding started when I was about 14, I got my first horse Magic. Shortly after, I got my first saddle and bridle ect. In just a few short years my obsession came full swing. I only had 1 saddle, but 20+ pads, around 30+ headstalls, bits in numbers I couldnt even count(oh how I loved to walk into my tack shed and just gaze at all the polished silver, the slowly wearing leahter, the rainbow of different blankets, I loved to run my fingers over the tangled knot of halters I kept in an old 50 gallon barrel, to stroke the rough and soft, smooth and fraying nylon and cotton..... sigh*) and smaller pieces in the hundreds... I was unstoppable, I even found a tack dealer who would cut only me a special price because I purchased soo much soo frequently... But alas when I sold Honey, I couldnt bear to look at all of the tack anymore. So I did the unthinkable, I SOLD IT!!!! (*gasps, choked sobs*).
And now I am again after 3 long tackless years longing to feel the soft leather of a new saddle under my butt, the rough cotton reins in my hands, I long to once again have enough tack to outfit an army...
I am ready to fall back off the wagon, im tack fiening! Anyone like to give me a fix? ;)
I am Sierra and I am a tack hoarder.
Ω Horses are a projection of peoples dreams Ω