For me it’s the same - only the other way round. About 150+ pairs of shoes and 60 pairs of jeans… .
Books too - while in a way there is no such thing as too many books, I need to get rid of quite a few I just know I’ll never read again.
T-shirts. We travel a lot to amusement parks, have a Harley, and have helped various organizations and charities over the years. As a result the ones we have out for use take up about 12 feet of hanger space and what we have in back-up is around one and a half 55 gallon trash cans. We both wear the same size and like having a fresh shirt every day and it still takes us about 5 months to get through the main supply once.
PENCILS!! Mrs. mutt is a music teacher/choir director and every day she comes home with a pencil and two on Sunday! Of course, the pencil never makes it back to work, so, let’s see: 350 pencils a year. Times 18 years of marriage–I GIVE UP! At least it isn’t refrigerators.
Need one? Or two? Or three? Or…? 
Someone mentioned T-shirts. I have too many. I was just thinking about them this morning. The thing of it is, I bought most of them for specific reasons.
Cameras. I can’t help it. Each one has attributes I like. This goes for 35mm SLRs, 16mm and super-16 motion picture cameras, and super-8.
Cars, wheels, tires… Hell, everything!
Soup pots, mixing bowls (I collect vintage Pyrex, but I don’t use it a lot), casserole dishes (ditto), and cats.
After a recent post, I decided to count my earrings: 422 pairs.
Also clothes, shoes and scented shower gels.
Quite beautiful, very large clover with violet flowers. It’s fascinating to look at, we’re talking 2-3 inch leaf clusters. Perfect for supporting bees and butterflies, and will fix nitrogen in your soil to make it extremely fertile in future. USDA zones 6-9 In case you can’t tell, I’d love to have a field of it.
Suggestions. I have way too many suggestions. Which is something I always hated about my Mother; it’s the most annoying thing. :eek:
Garden soil/top soil
We over estimated what we needed to fill our raised beds. The neighbor took some, but we still have a bunch of it left. We put it buckets, bins, containers, the wheelbarrow is full. It’s just sitting there waiting to be needed. Then the next week my mom came down and (for some reason) brought me 3 large bags of garden soil/potting mix. 
ex girlfriends. I think I may need to move soon as they all seem to know each other anymore.
That’s amazing. You are amazing 
Too many regrets.
I know, I know - I should spring for some CBT and have them reframed - feng shui my memories. Other than that, I’m a fairly sound minimalist. 2 pairs of earrings.
Back fur. Eyebrows. Only 2, but they require constant pruning.:eek: Had too many kitchen pots, books, ratty socks, shirts, but was inspired by Marie Condo’s book and went through cupboards and closets, asking of each item, “does this bring me joy?” If it didn’t, out it went. Working up to trying that with fur and pliers:(
Yep, too many plastic bags. And too many chores to do, yet here I am reading the Dope.
Pounds. And not the money kind. Also, four-legged roommates. Ten of them. That’s forty legs all together!
I do only have two pairs of shoes. Good things the furry roommates don’t need shoes.
Being raised by Depression-era parents, I’ve really tried to fight againt excessive acquistion. Cleaning out their home when they passed was…an experience. Who needs 90 bars of soap? 16 bags of cotton balls? and oven-sized boxes of used tin foil?
However, like many of you, I’m a bookaholic. I have and love my Kindle, but when I settle down on the couch to read, I want an actual physical book (and a couple of good firm crispy apples - call me Jo from Little Women). I do tons of writing, so I use my library a fair amount. And I have everything I use marked. And I know the page. And and and… That’s my justification for not pitching most of it!
Also perfumes. After 15 years as a perfume reviewer, I have everything from sample sizes to entire bottles of well over 700 scents. I do wear them - one every day - but will never drain them all in my lifetime. Fortunately, my DIL is looking forward to inheriting whatever is left over.
Why am I betting you have at least once uttered the phrase: “but they’re a different kind of black!?”
Amen, and it’s now moving from my head to my arm hair and chest hair showing traces of grey. Eyebrows are still black, and elsewhere (you know…) still black too. …For now.
And with all those AR-15s, you could make light work of those Rabbits!
Candy sprinkles, nonpareils, decorating sugars and the like. I have 20+ jars. Yes, I know I have a problem.
Also fleece. Love me some fleece pullovers and jackets. So fuzzy and warm! But I have way too many. I recently put a bunch into a bin and if I don’t wear any of them in 6 months I’m donating them to Goodwill.
I don’t have too many books, I just have too few bookshelves. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.
Some people might say that I have too many books. But I go to Barnes and Noble and they have more books than I do and nobody says anything to them.
Cats = 8 = Too many cat scratches
Dog = 1 = 109 pounds = Too much lap dog
Personal fat
Bills
Etc.
Etc.
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