And when I say “me” I’m referring to my inner hoarder.
Today Andy and I spent the whole day sorting through all the garbage stuff in the basement and creating trash and donation piles. It was a slow, somewhat painful process, but we managed to throw away a few bags of junk and donate a carful (is that not a word??). You should have heard me talking myself into throwing away each “treasure” by justifying out loud why it was junk.
A Facebook friend compared the feeling of getting rid of household junk to losing weight and it’s true! I feel like a physical burden has been lifted now that all that junk is gone.
A few highlights:
Locating my grandma’s silver and finally putting it into the nice silverware box my mom got me for Christmas last year.
Donating 7 pairs of old shoes.
Throwing away our big box of old “costumes” that we will never fit into again, let alone think are “cool” enough to wear.
Finding this picture:
Circa 1996 |
Go BUCKS! :)
Mom K says
You should post a picture of your basement “after.” The picture is adorable, you both look so young, were you in HS?
Diana @Hormonal Imbalances says
BLONDE! Love it!
Sam is a hoarder. I swear. So I just wait till he's gone.
He never knows. Most of the time anyway.
Andy says
I don't even know where to start commenting on this photo, maybe I should just steal a line from you and say, “oh dear God,” lol!
Andy says
You are so awesome! Thank you for helping me declutter our basement today, and for all the declarations about why each piece we donated holds value. Love you my little hoarder wannabe ;)