Today's assignment makes for an unglamorous photo but an oh-so-good feeling. This is only a sampling of the stuff that we parted with during our month-long purge, and now that it's gone, there's another pile taking its place. It seems like the outbox might be mildly addictive….
The day that we moved into the new place, Ed and I received a card from the Vietnam Veterans of America mentioning that they would be in our neighborhood for a pick-up in mid-January. This seemed like a perfect way to get rid of some of our unneeded items, and there was the added bonus of not having to pack it all into the car and lug it to a facility. To be honest, donation items tend to sit in my car for weeks before they actually make it to their destination, so this was a huge factor in actually getting me to get rid of the stuff in a timely fashion.
Our outbox lived in the corner of the dining room for several weeks, gradually gaining items as we unpacked and moved from room to room. By the time we were done, we had quite the collection. There was a varied assortment of items in the final boxes, but here are some of the most heavily populated categories:
- organizational items that no longer had a purpose (like cabinet shelves that didn't fit our new cabinets)
- dishes we never use that had no place in the kitchen
- books (I'm a book hoarder, but even I know when enough is enough. Awesome though it may be, there are only so many copies of Laclos' Les Liaisons Dangereuses that I should own.)
- clothes (If they didn't fit, they didn't stay.)
- posters we no longer wanted (many of which carried over from Ed's bachelor days. That said, I swear I didn't force their donation. I'm a full supporter of the idea that a home should belong to both people, even if they have rather disparate tastes and hobbies. He kept all the sports memorabilia he could possibly want, and his office is a bobble-head safe zone. Mine, on the other hand, is a land populated by anthropomorphic animal art and thrift store rugs. We all have our inexplicable loves.)
There are a few items that the VVA couldn't accept and some that were claimed by family and friends who have yet to take them home, so there's still a small pile of things for us to deal with, but after getting rid of a giant box and several large bags, I feel like our house has become much more manageable.
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(Image credits: Carolyn Purnell)