14/10/2025
🦚 Confessions of a Neurospicy Peacock
Hello and welcome to “Hmmn, Maybe I’m Neurospicy,” where I finally start connecting the dots between my lifelong quirks, obsessions, and the beautiful chaos inside my head. 💫
I’ve spent years wondering why I couldn’t do life the “normal” way — why I bounced between hyperfocus and burnout, why my hobbies became entire ecosystems, and why I once rearranged an Airbnb’s bookshelf by the colour of the spine. Spoiler: it’s not just because I like pretty things. 😅
Apparently, my brain is a dopamine-fuelled magpie in fabulous plumage — a mix of ADHD sparkle, possible autistic order, and a dash of creative mayhem. And honestly? I wouldn’t trade it for anything.
So, in true me fashion, let’s start at the beginning — with my lifelong love affair with collecting things. From books to colouring books, to thimbles, to peacocks… every phase tells a story about my neurospicy brain and its eternal quest for colour, pattern, and joy. 🌈
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🦚 The Collector’s Evolution: A Lifetime of Pretty Obsessions
If I look back, the evidence is all there, neatly catalogued by decade — because, of course, it is:
Age 6: Book collecting begins! Started with The Magic Far Away Tree, moved to Nancy Drew, then Agatha Christie, and currently I’m re-reading Daphne du Maurier in full. 📚✨
Age 7: Colouring books. Always started, never finished… and somehow I still have them. 🎨
Age 8: Beanie dolls. Small, adorable, endless variations. I had to have them all.
Age 9: Smurfs. Blue, collectible, and full of personality. Clearly foreshadowing what was to come.
Age 9–13: Paul Daniels magic tricks from Joseph’s Toy Store. One obsession wasn’t enough, so I had the whole lot. 🪄
Age 10: Thimbles. Because who doesn’t want a decorative finger hat from every seaside town in Britain? 🧵
Age 11: Star Wars figures — naturally, including a Millennium Falcon. Because apparently the galaxy needed me. 🚀 (Still not forgiven my mum for giving them away — I had to start collecting again when I had a son!)
Age 13: More magic tricks and starting my fascination with “collect all the things” mania.
Age 18: Gold charm bracelet. Collecting charms became a whole obsession — each one a little story, a little treasure. ✨
Age 20: Perfume bottles. My teenage bedroom now looked like Elizabeth Taylor’s dressing table — shiny glass and questionable taste galore. 💎
Age 25: Blue glass items. Bowls, bottles, ornaments — if it caught the light and shimmered, it was mine.
Age 30: Collectable Barbies. I unboxed them all (I’m not a monster), but I did keep the boxes — obviously, that’s part of the fun. 🎀
Age 32: Scarves. A gateway obsession that got wildly out of hand. I stopped counting somewhere around 200. 🧣
Age 35: Silver charm bracelets (and another, and another…). Apparently one bracelet wasn’t enough. ✨
Age 37: Quirky home décor signs. Think “We’re All Mad Here” and “Normal is Overrated” — because apparently, I like my walls to confirm what everyone’s already thinking. 🖤
Age 45–present: Peacocks. The grand finale. Ten years of glorious, feathery obsession. My house is now a shrine to iridescent fabulousness. Mugs, ornaments, cushions, clothing, tattoos — if it shimmers teal or purple, it’s in my life. And yes, I’m still annoyed that it’s the male peacock that gets all the sparkly glory. Why us females can’t get a bit of that iridescence is a serious injustice. 🦚✨
It’s not that I choose these things, exactly. They choose me — like sparkly familiars whispering, “You need us. We complete you.”
And honestly, they do. Each phase has brought me joy, calm, and a sense of control in a world that rarely makes sense. It’s not hoarding; it’s dopamine management with style. 💖
Now, at 55, I see the pattern. My “collecting tendencies” aren’t random quirks — they’re my brain’s way of self-soothing, creating order, and finding beauty. Apparently, this is what happens when your mind is wired for creativity, chaos, and shiny distractions in equal measure.
So yes — maybe I’m neurospicy. Maybe I’m part magpie. But if you ever visit my house, bring sunglasses. The peacocks have won. 😎🦚
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💫 Closing Note
If any of this sounds suspiciously familiar — the hyperfixations, the “all in or nothing” energy, the beautiful chaos of too many scarves — then maybe you’re a little neurospicy too.
Welcome to the flock. 🦚💜✨
