For ten years now, we've had this house...and for ten years, we've been accumulating crap. I have managed to scale down my level of crap because I have moved around so much. (Thank you sorority life for having me move every three months.) But as I look around from time to time, I moved back into a place that I never moved out of, so there is tons of stuff that I need to go through. In addition, I have my mom and my grand parents that have just used the store room as an "out of sight, out of mind" sort of place. Not to mention that my little cousins treated it as their play room and exploring place when they would visit. These kids also have never had to nor know how to pick up after themselves. And that's not me being a judgey non-parent. That is a fact.
Point is, I have a lot to do. Here are some of the pics from the store room as I started last night. I'll make sure to post pics of it as I go and of all the things that are being trashed, donated, and sold.
|The view from the door|
|Look to your right and you see this daunting task|
|From the back of the space, you have to plot your return and wear a helmet.|
(I will digress greatly if I go any farther.)
(Now you see how easily I distracted and I'm just writing about this.)
The third phase will be my favorite phase because it means that I will get to sell things! I arranged with my mom and grandma that I get to keep whatever I manage to bring in from the sale of things. They have a veto power before I do so, but they have to say something before I sell it. And, I'm giving them a finite time line. If they don't go through the stuff by a certain date and they don't say anything, it's gone. I have two very emotionally attached individuals that need to be reminded that they can scrapbook pieces and then get rid of everything else. If there's a need for something, then use it, if not, toss it. There's no reason that we should have so much stuff that we don't even know we have.
What's great about clearing out all of this junk is that I am getting a miniature trip down memory lane. I had to stop myself from going through every single little piece of memorabilia that my mom has saved over the years, but I did manage to get a gander as some priceless pictures. I saw some of my personal favorites of me since there was a whole box dedicated to me, but there were some great shots of my parents before me.
But, let's be honest, this blog is about me, so I'm going to share some precious gems with you that I found.
|Here's my Brownie/Girl Scout Troop as we "crossed the bridge" from Brownies to Girl Scouts. I'm second from the left looking down into the stream.|
|Kindergarten. Rocking the 80's hard core. I was rocking a longer Dorothy Hamil.|
|4th Grade. Rocking the 90's hard core. Yes, that's me in the upper left with the bow as big as my head and pearls.|