Sunday, January 31, 2010

letting go of old things made from cotton, polyester, and plastic


Breaking out the Bailey's and Kahlua and listening to "Who Knows Where the Time Goes?" today. This is hard.

I recently read an article in our local newspaper describing the difference between a hoarder and a packrat. Not wanting to be either, but realizing that I have, perhaps, maybe just a
little bit, saved more than my fair share of old stuff, I've resolved to get it all out of here before the summer hits. Slowly.

I know that I can't stop time by holding onto my kids' old clothes (would I really want to? Maybe just visit the past now and then, but buttloads of diaper changes don't really appeal to me). And it feels wrong to keep things that could benefit another person by storing them in a box under my stairs--until my kids find them someday--after they've become hopelessly outdated and useful to no one.

Generosity is the direct result of frugality, but hoarding is another form of wastefulness. When you have less stuff, your mind is free to wander and relax. To be able to look around and see a clutter-free home is a gift to oneself. I have a beautiful sunroom that could be used for hydroponic gardening and year-round plants, but it is like condemning them to death to put them out there now. I'll spare you the photos of what happened to my houseplants since October when it got chilly out there. Shriveled carcasses, I tell you.

I've decided to skip the garage sale idea and go for consigning everything, and what can't be done away with there will be donated to local charities. Consignment sales are wonderful because you get to keep about 70% of the sales, and the rest goes to a charity or cause designated by the group running the sale. There is some work involved though, with pressing and tagging clothes, but if you plan ahead and know the sale dates, you can spread the tasks out over time.

For those interested in consignment sales in the Middle Tennessee area, here is a website that lists many of them, including links to their websites:

http://www.kidsconsignmentsales.com/tn.htm


And now, before I resume my clothes-sorting activities, here are some of the donated items that didn't make the consignment sale cut:


I bought three of these hats in a moment of gardening zeal, but never ever wore them. I'm an old soul, but seriously?


Many good times were had with this Polaroid instant camera. Ahem.


Anybody who grew up in the 80's will know what this is--the propane-powered curling iron dubbed "The Clicker." We all carried them in our purses in junior high for emergency situations. I think some of the boys might have too.


A 90's Gap original. Yes, those are ducks. This in the era of grunge, go figure.


My army canteen. Plastic-flavored water. I hope the army is doing better for our soldiers now.


We loved the "Bloomin' Onion" from Outback Steakhouse and wanted to make our own, so we excitedly bought this guy at a garage sale. Beware of those "As Seen on TV" ads; either that or the problem was just me in the kitchen with a deep-fryer.


70's Tupperware coasters. What were they drinking back then?


Hey, there's little Olivia from The Cosby Show. How did she grow up so fast? This, coupled with my daughter's Backstreet Boys collection, makes for a great thrift store music donation.


Although we mustn't forget the Abba cassette. Includes the smash hit "Dancing Queen!"


These shorts are clearly having identity issues.


Great brand--Osh Kosh b'gosh--but the bugs and colors don't match up. I was always confused as to who to put these on--my son or my daughter. It didn't look right on either of them.


May God have mercy on the soul of the person who designed these. Swim trunks or not, there's no excuse for this. It looks like the "U" has strangled, or even worse, decapitated the poor blond girl!


I hope that stirrup pants stay in hell where they belong.


I'm feeling groovy. Enough of the procrastinating. Back to work I go, hi ho.

6 comments:

walk2write said...

I love your tripping through time and the new scrapbook look of your blog. Per Abba, I still can't believe someone ripped off my Abba record--yes record--at a party 25 years ago. If I joined Facebook using my real name I would probably find out who did it, but would the culprit 'fess up? And would it make me like that person any better? I would kinda like to see how she turned out...

fairegarden said...

Oh my goodness, I had a pair of stirrup pants just like that! My daughter said that I could go into a store and pick out the ugliest thing in there to buy. I never wore them again, thankfully. Or are these for a child? HA!!! Yes to getting rid of stuff, streamline and simplify are words to live by. :-)
Frances

Rebecca D said...

I can't believe you actually own all these items! Too funny!

Clementine Moonflower said...

Thanks for the compliment! I'll have to do this every so often with some of my weirder "treasures." I can't believe someone ripped off your Abba record either! :) I doubt that anyone would confess to the crime, but then again, you never know. Stranger things have happened on facebook. Aargh, I think my anti-facebook post is making people want to join.

Clementine Moonflower said...

Fairegarden, those stirrup pants were hand-me-downs from a girl who is now about 20 to my oldest daughter. I used to wear pastel ones all the time back in junior high, and I think they stayed in style way too long! Those straps probably smelled worse than my socks after a long gym class. :D I will spend my life trying to simplify, even as people continue to give me, and I inherit, more stuff.

Clementine Moonflower said...

Rebecca, there's more, much more, lurking in the closets and drawers. Mwahaha!

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