Clutter
ETA: More bead pics in new subfolder.
I’m trying to de-clutter my home. I’m fighting a lot of longstanding tendencies of mine in doing this. Don’t throw things away, they might be useful/valuable at some point. Or they have sentimental value, but only the tiniest shred. (My mother warned me when Emily started preschool, you can’t save every piece of paper or you’ll be drowning in it. She was right.)
A lot of these things, I’ve kept around because I knew they’d get some cash on eBay, if I ever got around to putting them up. Note that last phrase. They’re never going to get put up. I just don’t have the time.
So I just donated a bunch of books to the library (WAA! BOOKS LEAVING MY HOUSE!) and I’ve got a bunch more graphic novels to go. Nice stuff. I hope it makes it into their collection, but if it winds up on the 25-cent book rack, that’s fine too. It’s out of my house.
The problem, of course, is that the clutter is so advanced. The library got a big cardboard box of books that had been awaiting eBay while sitting on the floor of the dining room. And you can’t tell one iota of difference in there.
I saw someone post recently that losing clutter is like losing weight. For a while, it looks like absolutely nothing is happening. You’ve just got to keep plugging away. That’s a very motivating analogy.
So. Graphic novels, comics, books, yarn (this will probably go up for sale on ravelry), beading magazines and beads (here if you want to call dibs on something), clothes which I haven’t fit into for so long they’re nearly vintage, and much more. It’s gotta go. I might post up some stuff for, like, the cost of shipping plus PayPal fees, but then again, I might just donate it. Or even trash it, although that pains me mightily. I can’t have stuff sitting in the “donate” pile forever.
On a completely related note, my in-laws are coming over this weekend. I wonder how much of this stuff I can jam into the dryer until they leave…