As I've mentioned, we're currently in the process of trying to get rid of half of our house. Half. So that we can attempt to fit into the apartment we've chosen in California. So I decided to go with the flow, jump into the Oregon Culture, and have a garage sale. I don't think I can accurately describe the zeal that Oregonians have when they get a whiff of a garage sale. Insanity - like the way I feel when I find yet another dog hair on the plate of food I'm about to eat. I absolutely LOVE going through my crap and throwing away things I've held onto for some odd reason. How in the world I found enough sentimental value in an old receipt from Mervyn's to actually keep it for three years is beyond me. The following are some random items I found during the cleansing process:
Ninety million of those mini-purses that come with the little bottles of lotion and bathwash from Bath & Body works. Number of times I ever put something in one of these purses: 1
Birthday cards from relatives that were 5 years old. Number of times I looked at, or thought about them after my birthday: 0
3 old journals that Caleb had kept, each with one page written in them. One of them wasn't even his. Numbers of times I had to convince him that he would still breathe without them: 2 (thankfully he had no qualms giving up someone else's)
2 college essays from either one of the 2.5 semesters Caleb actually was in college.
1 Scooby Doo shaped figure filled with bath bubbles. Long since forgotten.
1 rooster shaped pitcher. Usage? None.
3 different coat racks, none of which ever saw the light of day.
2 full sets of silverware that we don't use. 1 random knife, 2 spoons, 3 forks.
1 pair of Gap black leather pants, bought during the torrid high school years. Number of times I wore said pants? Nada
It will be interesting to watch people go through our personal items. I hope the free underwear I got in the mail from Jessica Simpson gets snatched up - real quick.
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