Hoarder is such an ugly label. I refuse to think that I am one. Sure I have stuff in my basement that hasn't seen the light of day for years, and it will be dealt with in the coming months. There are no rooms in my house that require making a"path" to move through, nor are there any that make it difficult to maneuver from one room to the next.
This is why I was so unhappy to realize that I had an entire plastic shoebox full of socks that have lost their mates sometime in the last few years. I didn't count, but I'd guess there were 30-35 lone socks in there. My hubby asked what happened to the mates, he didn't want to believe that the washing machine had eaten all of them, but I didn't have another explanation.
I am happy to report that all but one are on their way to the big laundry pile in the sky via my kitchen trash can. I will hang onto the last lone sock for 1 week in hopes that its mate will show up in the bottom of the hamper, behind the dryer, or some other clothing hiding place.
After 25 years in a family home, thinking of preparing this unconventional 10 room, 2 bath house to sell in hopes of finding a smaller, more picturesque home.
Intro
I entered middle age a few years ago...okay, a little more than a few. Our daughters are 28 and 26. After they left, I cautiously redecorated their bedrooms. I did the usual, donated "Lucky" brand jeans (left from 3rd grade) and stuffed animals to a local thrift store. Next, I threw away countless plastic bags from "The Gap" and other retailers. Some of them included various amounts of change, which of course I took as my housekeeping fee. Every $6.40 helps!
I slowly bought new furniture items that I liked - a futon and frame, small roll-top desk, area rugs and lamps. One room was starting to resemble my new "office" which would double as a guest room when necessary. One morning as I was getting ready to leave for work, I heard (and felt) a very large boom-crash. I cautiously walked upstairs to find the dust clearing and about half of the ceiling of my new room on the floor. Ah, the joys of owning an antique house...
I slowly bought new furniture items that I liked - a futon and frame, small roll-top desk, area rugs and lamps. One room was starting to resemble my new "office" which would double as a guest room when necessary. One morning as I was getting ready to leave for work, I heard (and felt) a very large boom-crash. I cautiously walked upstairs to find the dust clearing and about half of the ceiling of my new room on the floor. Ah, the joys of owning an antique house...
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If all you ever wear is white tube socks, there are never any mismatches, only odd numbers...
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