Clean House, Momilies Style
I'm a huge fan of the Clean House show on the Style Network. Even in the absence of Neicy Nash, the show's original star, I enjoy watching it. So when we were starting to clear/clean house in anticipation of our move, I kept hearing Neicy's voice in my head. "Mayhem and foolishness," and "It was a HOT MESS."
Yup, that about describes it. We had years of junk collected. Tons of stuff we didn't need or use, years of accumulated stuff. Within days of the job offer from Colorado, we were packing and stashing. Every cabinet, closet, or shelf I emptied was disposed of in one of four ways: packed to travel, into a box to be sold at the yard sale, into a box to be given away, or into the trash can. This means half of our stuff (or less) is being packed, while the rest is leaving the house never to be seen again.
This past Saturday was our yard sale. We had so much stuff it wouldn't fit in the garage. It wouldn't fit on the three banquet tables I own. It wouldn't fit even when we added a huge table atop a set of sawhorses. We drug the patio table from the back yard, and spread blankets on the grass, and still, there was too much stuff. When I said HUGE MOVING SALE on our signs, I meant it. We had furniture; household stuff like glasses, plates, coffee makers, blenders, baking sheets; a sewing machine and craft supplies and fabric; costumes and clothing; knickknacks and chickens. You name it, we probably had it. The driveway was lined down the middle with tables, one side was lined with furniture, the other side had tools, books, and toys.
And when it was all said and done with, we had sold about half of our stuff, and made over $1200. We still had a ton of junk left, but I opened the garage up for a "free sale" on Sunday and got rid of two-thirds of what's left. Now we have four or five bins to take to the thrift store. None of the furniture was left to be gotten rid of, and nothing of any value (sentimental or otherwise) we had to dispose of.
This was an ordeal. For weeks we've been at each other's throats about what to sell, what to keep, what to throw away. It's been some of the most stressful stuff we've ever gone through. It was necessary, but there were plenty of days I think we all wanted to just walk away!
I am thankful for incredible help from my mom, my brother and sis-in-law and niece, who all came to help on this very busy and very stressful day. It is hard to see some of your stuff going away with strangers, even if it is stuff you haven't used in a while. I think some of the furniture was the hardest to let go of, as I am going to miss these things when we get to our new house. But some of them just would not have survived the trip across country, and it was necessary that they find new homes.
I just wish Neicy Nash would have been there. She matches the first $1000 made at the yard sale, money to be used for a home makeover. That would have been nice cash to have!
Yup, that about describes it. We had years of junk collected. Tons of stuff we didn't need or use, years of accumulated stuff. Within days of the job offer from Colorado, we were packing and stashing. Every cabinet, closet, or shelf I emptied was disposed of in one of four ways: packed to travel, into a box to be sold at the yard sale, into a box to be given away, or into the trash can. This means half of our stuff (or less) is being packed, while the rest is leaving the house never to be seen again.
This past Saturday was our yard sale. We had so much stuff it wouldn't fit in the garage. It wouldn't fit on the three banquet tables I own. It wouldn't fit even when we added a huge table atop a set of sawhorses. We drug the patio table from the back yard, and spread blankets on the grass, and still, there was too much stuff. When I said HUGE MOVING SALE on our signs, I meant it. We had furniture; household stuff like glasses, plates, coffee makers, blenders, baking sheets; a sewing machine and craft supplies and fabric; costumes and clothing; knickknacks and chickens. You name it, we probably had it. The driveway was lined down the middle with tables, one side was lined with furniture, the other side had tools, books, and toys.
And when it was all said and done with, we had sold about half of our stuff, and made over $1200. We still had a ton of junk left, but I opened the garage up for a "free sale" on Sunday and got rid of two-thirds of what's left. Now we have four or five bins to take to the thrift store. None of the furniture was left to be gotten rid of, and nothing of any value (sentimental or otherwise) we had to dispose of.
This was an ordeal. For weeks we've been at each other's throats about what to sell, what to keep, what to throw away. It's been some of the most stressful stuff we've ever gone through. It was necessary, but there were plenty of days I think we all wanted to just walk away!
I am thankful for incredible help from my mom, my brother and sis-in-law and niece, who all came to help on this very busy and very stressful day. It is hard to see some of your stuff going away with strangers, even if it is stuff you haven't used in a while. I think some of the furniture was the hardest to let go of, as I am going to miss these things when we get to our new house. But some of them just would not have survived the trip across country, and it was necessary that they find new homes.
I just wish Neicy Nash would have been there. She matches the first $1000 made at the yard sale, money to be used for a home makeover. That would have been nice cash to have!