Preamble: I have decided to participate in an on-line challenge to rid myself of 40 bags in 40 days. I am interpreting 40 bags as a metaphor for simply decrapifying and decluttering. I am focusing on my basement. Yes. Again. Shut up.
Here's my progress report.
Day 3: The Bunny Saga, Comic books and a Mop.
Before he was my husband, Chris gave me this stuffed bunny. Stupidly, in a phone call (and on Valentine's Day, no less) I told him we were pregnant with our first child. Well! As soon as he got off work he hit the stores...looking for a Raggedy Anne or Andy. Of course he couldn't find one--but he did find this.
But he was over two hours late for our Valentine's Day plans and I was livid. I told him what for!
And then he presented me with Mr. Bunny. With the tag on his ear.
Ever since, whenever I'd look at the bunny, I'd wince. I have kept it out of guilt and shame for nineteen years.
I discovered it in the basement, in a box. I talked to my husband. Brought up that day. Asked Chris if he minded if I let it go.
He thought I already had.
(p.s. As a result of working all this through--it's no longer an emotionally charged bunny. It is just a stuffed, dusty, dirty bunny. I'd like to wash him up and donate him to Ronald McDonald house, if they'll take him.)
Er. Scratch that. I had the bunny out to take these photos of it--and my son asked about it.
"Don't you know about the bunny, Ben?"
(He is my first born.)
"You never told me the story of the bunny."
"I've never told you the story of the bunny? Your father gave that to me when I told him we were expecting you. It was Valentine's Day. I've had him for 19 years. Read the tag."
"'I love you Mommy.'"
"I'm going to give it away--unless you want it?"
He wants it.
I asked him if I could keep the tag. He said no. "It's part of history," he said. And off he went with it.
I found two large, barely manageable boxes of Chris's comic books. It will be a huge project to get rid of them as he wants to make whatever money is to be had from them.
from Box 1:
from Box 2:
For instant gratification: I took this mop out of my closet (I've already bought--and used! its replacement). I chucked it into the dumpster at work.
Day 4: Emptying out the plastic drawers.
Tedious. Full of scrapbooking odds and ends. I wonder if I'll ever scrapbook again?
Day 5: The Picture Shelf
This was a lovely half hour project.
Frames were everywhere.
Day 6: Decluttering Difficulties
My head is going to explode. Too many things to take away!
Here are things I am trying to sort out how to get rid of:
1. perfectly good plastic storage containers (and cardboard file box without a lid).
2. Children's table. Well loved.
3. Kitchen chair. Gah, I loved that set. Last one left.
4. Rocking chair I got at a garage sale for $20. I enjoyed it for years.
1) Should I schlepp some of it to my Mother? (if she wants them.)
2) Should I sell them? For what? List for them for free, maybe?
4) Perhaps I should take the things to the end of the driveway and put a "free" sign on them. Oh wait. It's just a puddle the size of a pond out there.
5) Schlep them to Value Village. (Ugh. Loading up the Jeep. Unloading the Jeep.)
The basement is beginning to look simply amazing.
If you care to read more, check out these links:
Introduction: The 40 Bag Basement.
Day 1: Clearing the Decks
Day 2: I Can See the Table!
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