The philosophy
Good taste is overrated.
Kitschy Maximalist is a love letter to everything the minimalists left behind: the loud, the weird, the wonderfully unnecessary.
We believe a home should look collected, not downloaded.
Meet the curator
Hi, I'm Stacie.
The one behind the big sunglasses, the jewelry pile, and the Diet Coke that fuels every thrift-store raid. If it sparkles, clashes on purpose, or makes someone say “wait…where did you find that?!” — it probably crossed my desk first.
Kitschy Maximalist is my love letter to the wonderfully unnecessary. I dig so you don't have to — then send the good stuff home with people who get it.
We rescue the overlooked, the quirky, the wonderfully weird, and the pieces that make you stop mid-scroll.
How the chaos started.
Kitschy Maximalist started the way all good obsessions do: with one flamingo, one estate sale, and zero self-control. What began as a personal hoard of vintage finds became a whole shop devoted to pieces with personality.
I comb through estate sales, flea markets, thrift bins, and dusty back rooms to rescue the things too fun to be forgotten — then pass them on to people who get it.
The best rooms aren't perfect. They're personal, playful, and slightly over-accessorized.
We don't believe in matching. We believe in chemistry.
Curated, not cluttered
Maximalism takes an eye. Every piece earns its place — chaos, but on purpose.
Truly one of a kind
No restocks, no dupes. When a find is gone, it becomes someone else’s legend.
Rescued with love
Each object had a life before you. We keep the stories and hand you the treasure.
More color. More texture. More stories. Less 'does this come in greige?'