Well, I'm home again. With all of my stuff. It seems to be everywhere. Added to my already cluttered house and my brother's house. The on going saga of clutter...
No doubt, I am a keeper. By which I mean one of those people who keeps stuff, as opposed to a tosser, a person who gets rid of stuff.
So I sit looking at several (lovely) baskets, piled on top of the microwave. One of my collections, among others. Another, stuffed animals made of fabric, which includes cats, bears and a zebra, too.
I had decided to part with the rabbits, not that I didn't like them. Doesn't somebody want a rabbit made of an old quilt, or pink chenille?
Much of this stuff I would like to sell. And at a decent price, too!
For now, I am moving around cardboard boxes so I can get to my pots and pans, or the back door. In the boxes: other "collectibles" - books, paintings, shells, glass jars, little wooden boxes, stuff people gave me, it goes on and on.
And then there is some furniture, too: chairs, 4, 3, 2 and 1 of a kind. A "drum table". A bed frame... and shelves galore. It didn't seem like so much when it was in the store!
A yard sale coming soon. Then what, we'll see?
I just know there must be someone somewhere who will happily enjoy using a little wooden box, or someone who needs just 3 chairs...
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