This past Saturday we had a garage sale. My son, daughter-inlaw and my beau joined in on the fun. Right. Fun.
I will say this … there is something cathartic about letting go of items you no longer need. It is even better when you see someone else say they “love it” and buy it. It brings me a degree of joy that my once treasured items will be going to good homes.
Several months ago I did a Marie Kondo type cleansing of my closet. I did the whole “thank you for bringing me joy, but I’m letting you go” bit. I almost felt guilty on some of the clothes I set free. I felt as if I was breaking up with them. “It’s not you, it’s me” type of thing. Unfortunately, it needed to be done again. I realized I really didn’t need eight pairs of black pants. Or an emerald green Asian style blouse.
Then I noticed on Facebook of a memory from three years ago where my daughter helped me to de-clutter while visiting me for a month while her hubby was working on his Masters in Chile. We also had a garage sale – again with the help of my son and daughter-in-law. This sale was a bit different. This time, I won’t be able to fill up these rooms again with unnecessary items. I am truly downsizing and moving away. So, in the midst of pulling out things to sell, throwing away things that I had no idea why I bought/had them in the first place and just KNEW that not one person would want it – I was also semipacking up the things I wanted to keep and move. Thirteen years in one place is a lot of time to fill every nook and cranny. And fill I did. Not hoarder like, but bins, clear shoe boxes and baskets held many of my crafty items and my “stuff” that I was certain I would use or wear. Yeah, not so much.
I’m glad for everyone who showed up. It was fun visiting and I hope you all enjoy your new found treasures.
The way I see it, unless something drastic happens, I do not plan on having another garage sale. Ever. I may help someone else with one, but I do believe I can do without ever having one again. – especially during the hottest part of the year.
SUE BROWN is a columnist of the Pleasanton Express. Contact her at firstname.lastname@example.org.