I am not one of those people to whom shopping is a recreational activity. When I still could get out and about, I would make a list, go to the store and buy what was on that list, get out and go home. And I am not an impulse buyer. I generally would look online and compare products and prices before buying anything major.
Now either my kids shop for me or I can order what I want online. And the same applies. I check it out before I order it.
Even with careful comparison shopping, somehow I find myself knee deep in stuff. There are tubs of stuff on the floor of my closet. There are boxes of stuff on the deep shelf above. There are clothes on hangars that I haven't worn for maybe 10 years or more. I have two night stands with drawers and shelves full of stuff. I have a bookcase full of stuff. And I have no earthly idea how I managed to accumulate so dratted much stuff.
I have begun the task of sorting and tossing. Some stuff is in good shape and will go to Goodwill. Some I will keep - but not that much. The rest is destined for the dumpster.
It is amazing what I have found so far. I have no idea why I have a shoebox full of floppy discs. It has been years since I had a computer that would read them. I know there is nothing important on them. Out they go.
I have the dress I wore to my oldest daughter's wedding over 20 years ago. I couldn't get into that dress even using a shoehorn. Goodwill can make use of it.
I will keep the photos and the box of picture frames. The old letters and printed genealogy material will stay, too. And the tools. But I think the dumpster might just be overflowing by the time I am finished.
There is just way too much stuff!
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