Clutter

Have too much of it...

Don't want it...

Getting sick of it...

Bringing in the truck this weekend and getting rid of it...

We control what we can in this process and I decided that I'm getting rid of clutter that is taking over my house. My closet, my garage, my office...dare I admit...my nursery. Freaking don't even have a child yet and already have to clean out her stuff and peel away from the layers of used clothing that was donated to us by many kind people. We just have to.

Meanwhile, the hubs and I got rid of four large garbage bags full of clothes and shoes. Had to come to terms with the big truth: I will never be able to fit in those clothes again. Let it go!

Also had to come to face the fact that "stretchy" pants are never coming back in style and neither are Hirachi sandals. (Sorry Mom, but it's true). As for the rubber bracelets, lace gloves, and overly large banana hair clips - they have to go too. As we were cleaning, the phone rang - I think it was the 80's calling saying they wanted their stuff back.

And forget Garage Sales. I can't stand it. Sitting outside all day hoping someone will walk up and thumb through your left-overs and then offer you some ridiculously lower price than you already have it marked at...case in point:

Garage Saler: How much for the mis-matched pair of phone cables?
Me: I don't know....let's see...they still work...so how about 50 cents?
Garage Saler: (scratches head) hmmmm, well...will you take 25 cents?

Are you freaking serious?!?! Are you kidding me? I just can't deal. The only good that come from it unless you have a lot of big furniture to sell is about $200 bucks, and frankly I can get a better tax write-off by donating it. My MIL is a SERIOUS garage-saler...and I can't do it. We recently had a garage sale, and put nice signs up all over the area. They were taken down by the city promptly and not returned and we had one person show up all day. You can't advertise on the street here, so you have to advertise in the paper. We didn't and so our sale sucked. So...

Moving right along...

Enough on it...we're getting rid of all the crap and I'm so glad. I'm sick of looking at it, moving it to dust under it, sliding it over in my closet to find my "real" clothes, and sick of storing it in my garage.

It's like a summer cleansing and I feel clean!

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