Well, that was effective! It seems when you invite everyone you know + a bunch of blog readers to come raid your house, they really take it seriously and do quick work. This box is all that's left: a mismash of leftover craft supplies, a few dishes, books and pieces of clothing. :)
I'm strangely proud of myself for vaporizing most everything I own. Without getting too personal about others, the problem of keeping too many "things" runs in my family. I grew up in it, saw it in my extended family, too, and carried it out in this smaller vintage-decor-niche way. Perhaps it's just a problem with our society, too. I was always on the hunt for more "things". New dishes. New wall hangings. New clothes. In my years of battling depression, I turned to things to bring me that moment of joy I couldn't experience otherwise. But too many "things" is just noise. You can't appreciate the items and space you actually love. And let's face it: things don't bring you happiness.
I'm fully aware of that now.
This morning I woke up in my mostly-empty house, and I can't say I was any less joyful than the days that came before, when my place was decked with cute vintage-style furniture and accessories. Today, my entire "keep pile" is now confined to the bedroom, and most of it could fit in my closet. I held onto a few furniture pieces that my parents will use, enough clothes to get by with, sentimental items like plane tickets to Paris or Ireland and my crafting supplies. Oh, and I kept this crazy white ceramic umbrella holder which I use to hold rolls of wrapping paper.
Cause some things you'll just never trip across again, especially when you snagged them for $5. :)
But, as a girl who loves her things, I'm gasping that I'm about to say this...it feels good to be bare bones.