Should I stay or should I go?

My 3rd (and final) garage sale is over and I'm a happy camper!

This was my opportunity to clear the junk out of our house, but I was finding it difficult

to let go of vintage treasures and artsy things I've made over the years.

My solution came in the form of this little book passed on to me from our daughters.

I was only into the first chapter of the book when I realized she was talking to me!

Well, my name isn't actually listed in the book, but I knew.

Yes, I have an entire storage room in the basement (not to mention every closet and 

under every bed) dedicated to JUNK I might possibly use for decorating.

Yes, I pick stuff out of our daughter's giveaway piles.  A good rule of thumb

advised by the author is to never, ever let your mother see what you're giving away...hehe.

Oh, Marie Kondo, you know me well!  Our daughter Julie obviously read the book

before  she "tidied up" (smart girl), but Megan had already sent her stuff my way

before her life-changing experience of reading the book.  Tsk, tsk.  Enabler.

Yes, I hang onto things because I paid way too much and it kills me

to sell it for a fraction of the cost or give it away.  Marie (we're on a first name basis now)

encouraged me to give the item in question a big hug, say thanks for the joy you've given me,

and hasta la vista, baby!

Yes, I'm hoarding things I've spent a lifetime creating (stained glass windows,

hand painted items, needlework, etc.) that I myself no longer care to use in my home,

nor do any family members.

Yes, yes, yes already!  I get it!  I have a problem and it's time to change my ways.

 First up, our old upright piano collecting dust in the corner of our living room.

The problem was finding somebody to move it halfway across the state
 who wouldn't charge us an arm and a leg and would deliver the piano in one piece.

I have to hand it to Bill for finding a budget piano mover.  I caressed the ivories one last time
 and sent it on its merry way.....with hardly any damage at all.  None to the piano,
 but one of our porch railings mysteriously fell off.  Hmmmm.  I see tire tracks right up to the...

Never mind.  You get what you pay for, and we didn't pay much.  :o)

Next on the agenda was our garage filled with mostly my vintage finds,

hand painted items, and creations that are no longer my cup of tea.

Going to the chapel.

Time to light somebody else's fire.

Peace be with you.

 Don't cry.  Soon you'll have a new home.

How much are those doggies in the window?

Name your price!

This vintage coat is just my style and fit me to perfection, but unfortunately

 I was scratching myself like a flea ridden mongrel after trying it on one last time.

  Wool is not my friend.

I'm happy to say my garage sale was a success and every single thing is gone! 

Thanks for the help Mom!

(As much as I abhor holding garage sales, I did have a wee bit o' fun staging the junk.)

Let me tell you, after reading Marie Kondo's book, I am cured!

 I will never again buy old junk I don't need and I most certainly won't buy the crap for our girls.

*You are very welcome Dave and Jeremy (junk hating son-in-laws).

No curbside finds will find their way into my car either. 

This particular gem was delivered across state a few years ago by yours truly,
and then home again home again jiggety-jig, only to be plunked in the alley with a free sign.
And then it rained.  Twice.

I may actually have to pay cash to deliver this freebie to the dump!!!
Lesson learned.

The inspector has checked the post garage sale state of affairs,

 and it seems I may have forgotten to place one small item in the sale...

Hey!  One never knows when we'll be in need of a party animal!

Oh, and my fellow Minnesotans, don't forget about Junk Bonanza Sept. 24-26!

Perhaps I should read the book again.

My name is Vickie and I'm a recovering junkaholic. 

 SOLD, SOLD, and SOLD!!!

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