This morning we decided to roll up our sleeves and tackle 'the garage'.
There has never been a car in our garage.
Oh plenty of stuff.
An accumulation of all the bits and pieces, large and small, that a family has used, or bought, or meant to use and never did, from baby to toddler to teenage and early wedded years.
We started early, as it is embarrassing for your neighbours to see you open the garage door and have to hold back the tide of crap that falls out at you.
Each box or bag or unidentified something was then placed on the drive as we 'sorted it in to piles'.
We did this once before years ago and a woman appeared from nowhere and inspected our belongings.
She thought we were having a yard sale.
I was quite insulted.
This time though we left one car at the end of the drive to stop curious passers by.
Pretty soon though and luckily for us, as if by magic, a man and a scrap van appeared and took 3 televisions, and two rusting garden chairs.
Later on we put a large old paraffin heater on the verge and yet again a man and a white van appeared and whisked it away.....as he went to drive off I stopped him (he looked at me very suspiciously, as if I were about to ask for my stuff back - hah) and offered him an old sewing machine...he took it and said thank you in an accent that I suspect was eastern european. Selling it or using it, I care not.
Some stuff that we have purged ourselves of, is possibly stuff we could have sold....but we are not those people.....too 'can't be arsed' to sell on ebay or carboot, and I am a great 'charity shop' gal.....so we give lots of stuff in and hope it does someone some good.
There is an awful lot of stuff belonging to my son, and once he is living in his own home, and not renting a flat, as he is at the moment, then that will free up quite a bit of space.
I did enjoy finding my wedding dress (hideous, quite hideous) and the love letters I had written to my mister before we wed.
All the christening stuff and school stuff also gave me quite a few 'aagh' moments.
Perhaps though the many many videos and books can be taken out and donated later in the week, and we may still need the quilts and sleeping bags?
We have a large stack of albums
but this 'art work' has a label on the back of it to remind us that it was bought in Boots the Chemist.... my dad bought it years and years ago....he loved it.......I remember that along with little bottles of olive oil for earache you could buy 'art' in Boots back then....
So I have dusted it off and may even hang it!
What do you think?