I am having another yard sale Saturday, and though I seem to have them frequently, it is not because I am moving, but rather clearing out. I am not one of those people who just throws things away, but you outgrow things, and tastes change. Plus, I need less stuff, I am trying to par down to what is important, not what is given to me, not what I keep because a b/f gave it to me, or my mom, stuff that makes me happy and contributes to my life.
That gets harder with books, I love books, I reread books, I treasure books, but I have a lot. Sci-fi, fantasy, fiction, art books, Edward Gorey books and playbills, kids books (hmm maybe my sister needs kids books), and lets not start on clothes. I need to try accept I am never going to weigh 125 again, and I might not be thin, but I am infinitely happier and most likely healthier for me, now I get regular periods and even fill out a corset better. So some corsets need to go, and some lovely club clothes. And while doing that, boots. Oh, I love boots, all boots, short boots, tall boots, elegant boots, stompy boots but I have a lot, 20 years worth of boots. So I can let go of some, my New Rocks, some Doc Martins, but even though I have worn them a mere twice the Fluevog Grand National shoes stay.
Old blender can go, I have a new one, old glasses can go, I got stemless wine glasses I use instead, wine racks can go, I don’t need them, kitchen things I thought I would use but did not can go, not waiting for what if, and so cleaning up.
Old computer bits and bobs, and printers and a satellite dish and a steam cleaner vacuum. Just accumulation of life. 