I follow a blog called Nesting Place. I read all sorts of fun tips on decorating my home inexpensively, and how to appreciate something for it’s beauty, not it’s perfection. It’s truly a lovely blog. Today I read a post by “The Nester” titled Why I’m Not Having a Garage Sale This Year.
It made me consider the state of my basement. Ahh, yes, the basement. The graveyard of unwanted, but too good to be thrown out toys/clothes/small appliances/decorations/furniture/et all. My husband and I are determined to finish it next year. To do so means having to clear out all the stuff stored there. I try to go through it somewhat often. Sometimes it’s easy. It’s been gratifying to clear out baby items to another family who needed them. I was glad to share some books I know I’ll never read again.
But other times….
I see the ‘potential.’ There’s a dangerous word, huh? It means finding a reason to let something go is dang near impossible unless you’re steel-hearted. I have an armoire of craft supplies in the basement. Mom’s original sewing machine. A pristine baby bassinet. A cappuchino maker, 2 regular coffee makers, and probably soon, a Tassimo. And, of course, countless other items. All of this stuff is in such great shape I can’t bear the thought of just throwing it out or shoving it in those parking lot charity bins. I think “This should be sold at a garage sale…at least get a couple bucks for it.” Back in the basement it goes, sitting quietly and hoping to go unnoticed the next time I’m in a purging mood.
We’ve had a number of garage sales. They’re such a pain to run. You spend days organizing the stuff. You get out petty cash and save plastic bags. Then you sit in the baking sun while people sniff through your things and insult you with “Would you take a quarter for this item clearly worth $5?”
We made $70 at our last sale. And didn’t clear out as much as I wanted. I mentioned some of the items that didn’t sell in my post about clearing out the garage. That’s right…the stuff that was formerly of the basement, just got shuffled from the driveway back into the garage. It’s been there a whole year!
The next time I hit the basement, I’m really going to aim to be ruthless. It’s got to go if I want to live my life in my house the way I want. I’m not going to hang on to anything any more with the plan to sell it at a garage sale. The space is more valuable to me than the money earned from doing so, and in the mean time, like the Nester, I’ll be careful about the little items I bring home that end up in the garage sale pile anyway.