The Garage Sale

This weekend, I plan on having a garage sale. We have way too much stuff in general, and as I paw through various rooms in the house, I'm astounded at how much we've accumulated over the past 4 years. Greg is gone this week on a business trip, and that is part of the scheduling for the garage sale (though he is aware it's happening). He has this strange attachment to every little household item we own.

I'd already gone through the kitchen (MY territory, he really doesn't do much work in there) before he left, and there was much wailing and gnashing of teeth as he went through the various items that were in the 'to go' box. A ladle was rescued, a serving spoon saved, much conversation was had about various bowls until I re-directed his energy and sent him upstairs to clean out his closet instead.

He disappeared for about 4 hours and came back out with a large garbage bag full of clothes that no longer fit him - he's a bit thinner now than he was when we were first married, but still has the larger clothes in his closet. Really, up until a few days ago - his closet spaced dwarfed mine by far. A few clothes turned up in the laundry hamper that I've not seen in a while, and there was an emotional conversation when he wanted to know if I had saved my matching Hawaiian shirt we bought for our honeymoon (no, was the answer - though I did offer to save it for a uqilt someday).

He left on Sunday with a lighter heart and fewer things in his possession, and now I've been tackling the rest of the rooms, chucking more things that we've acquired and just don't use.

It's funny how attached we become to things, and how much those things can get in the way of simplicity.