This past Saturday Emily and I ransacked our closet and dragged out several bags and boxes of clothes, books, CD/DVDs and miscellaneous junk we both decided were no longer welcome in our home. We had already greatly thinned out our collection of "stuff" a few years back with a three-weekends-in-a-row garage sale with some friends, netting ourselves over $500 by getting rid of the things we had both accumulated over years, so this was a smaller follow-up. Three years later, it was time again to give our closet a serious enema.
Many of us reach a point where we're no longer owning our possessions, but instead end up having these "things" own us. We make excuses why we should hold on just one more day to that free t-shirt you received when opening a checking account, or the unused exercise contraption that was hastily "forgotten" after the initial excited purchase, or the collection of Jurassic technology whose heyday was sometime during the era of shoulder padded blazers and "greed is good" mantras. But there's a time when you've got to make that stand against crapcumulation, specifically, when your closet reveals one too many, "Hey...I forgot I even still owned this" moments. So along with our neighbor next door, we spent the afternoon enjoying the warm summer sun, meeting people from all walks of life, and even making some extra dollars while we were at it. What we didn't sell, we gave away, except for a small box whose contents will either be donated or eBayed. The best of all, our closet is looking leaner and meaner afterward, and we've earned additional space for our books (most excellent!). Perhaps it would be a good idea to make it an annual event, because I have to admit, hosting a yard sale can be just as fun as going to one.