This week, in between over-vacuuming and re-dusting my house waiting to show it, I cleaned out even more of the garage.
The "easy" stuff went into the POD: excess furniture, knickknacks, and, well, basically anything personal (And a few things I regret packing, like my electric griddle and my waffle iron, but let's not go there). Yes, right now my house is a product to be sold, not a cozy haven of the comfortingly familiar. We are resigned to it.
Then, a very worthy charity came last week and picked up the "easy" castoffs: things that don't fit, things that have been hanging in my closet since 1993, and things that I don't need.
What is left is the stuff that perennially haunts me. In 22 years of marriage, there are certain "themes" to the items I have trouble parting with. For example:
This shoe. I paid good money for this for Allie-14 back in 5th grade, and I just know some day I'm going to find the mate (and maybe even buy some new shoelaces).
These potholders. Really, I have trouble getting rid of any linens, but these are perfectly good, just as they were in 1985 (I seriously think I got these for a wedding shower gift, which makes them even harder to part with):It wasn't until our realtor asked to bake some cookies at the last open house (if our house can't have anything personal in it, at least it can smell homey). I pulled these out of the drawer and cringed. Did you know you can buy new ones at Walmart for $1.00?
And speaking of linens, here is something else from our early married days. Yup, these placemats have graced our table (mismatched with another set of woven ones with the same color scheme) for over 20 years. Never mind that I have newer ones. You just never know when you are going to need more placemats. I closed my eyes and threw them into the giveaway bag.
Cute containers. I love this cute little box, which has been in a box (with other useless but cute little boxes) for quite some time, because it is too cute to get rid of. Until now.My next chore (if I can get my CEUs done) is to tackle the attic, which is filled with other items I've kept far too long: textbooks, even older mementoes, and (hardest of all for me because I have to face the fact that Ruthie-4 really is the last) baby stuff.
Pray for me.