Dec 04 2008
Thursday Thirteen: Items I’d Like to Yard Sale
We’ve got a lot of junk.
No kidding. I don’t think we’re quite ready for a “Clean House ” intervention just yet, but it’s close. With Christmas looming, we’re certain to get a flood of bulky, difficult to stash gifts for the kids from relatives who have no vested interest in space saving. So, to circumvent some of the potential new clutter, we’ve got to eliminate some of the existing old clutter.
My husband’s solution is to have our first ever YARD SALE, an event that gives me all sorts of anxiety. I mean, there will be people there, in my space, picking through my things. It’s slightly disturbing in my opinion, but making a few bucks from our castoffs outweighs my initial resistance. Please feel free to share your reassuring (or not so much) yard/garage/moving sale experiences.
Here are a few things I’d like to get rid of.
1. Two end tables we no longer have room for, which are coincidentally crowding are traditional Christmas tree space hence no Frasier fir as of yet.
2. An air hockey table that lives on the back patio but doesn’t see any play, it’s coincidentally covered in dust and gets sprayed with water everytime a storm blows through.
3. A programmable exercise bicycle that shares space on the patio with the hockey table. I’ve used it, but alas don’t include it in my exercise program anymore, so it sits pitifully outside and occasionally the kids use it as a jungle gym.
4. A box of VHS tapes that sit on the end tables that are blocking my Christmas tree space. Seriously, nobody watches them. Ever.
5. A plastic musical jewelry box my mother-in-law gave me Christmas three years ago, not really understanding that I don’t own a lot of jewelry and I’m not a big fan of twirling ballerinas.
6. A bagless sweeper vacuum that fell on my foot today, sending me in to a tirade of expletives I’d rather not repeat. Yes, I want it gone out of spite!
7. A George Foreman grill that’s new in the box but not worth e-baying since apparently they are not in demand.
8. Plush toys. They’re everywhere. I think they’re reproducing. Nobody plays with them. Ever.
9. A black table lamp that sits on those damn end tables along with the VHS tapes, collecting dust and taking up my tree space. I don’t think I’ve ever once turned on that lamp in the ten years we’ve had it.
10. Books. Read and unread, hardcover and softcover, fiction and non, all cluttering shelves and never with the hope of being picked up again. Why I even still have them is a mystery.
11. A Graco baby travel system because I’m done with babies. I mean it. Really, really.
12. Clothes I don’t wear, have never worn and most likely will never wear unless I embark on some weird midlife crisis where skin tight clothing and exposed cleavage suddenly become “my thing”. Gifts from my dear mom whose taste differs very drastically from mine and who doesn’t know me as well as she might think.
13. Toys, toys, and more toys. Unfortunately the problem I am discovering is that as we excavate deeper and deeper in to the children’s toy boxes, things that were forgotten are becoming the play thing du jour. Stuff my daughter wants to be rid of, my son wants to adopt. Somehow I don’t think ownership swaps qualify as clearing clutter.
What do I know?
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