It’s time to go, Christmas plates, 221/365

    I’m so intent on packing for our impending move from this old house of 40 years that I’ve been forgetting to take pictures. I took the Danish Christmas plates off the wall, carefully wrapped them in shrink wrap, boxed and labeled them, and there they are, ready to go with us. Of course that means that we’re not letting go of them, but at least a decision has been made. Hmm, that kind of feels like letting go.

     I use the duplicates at Christmas. They haven’t been boxed yet. 

It’s time to go... into boxes 220/365

It’s time to go... into boxes 220/365

I'll have to take Duke Snyder with me

     Any order I’ve had for the first 219 posts of this blog has gone out the window, or maybe I should say, “Into boxes.” So much to organize, decide upon, throw out, box, hold on to or let go of. We’re on a role. 

     Here are some pictures of the disarray in this old house as we organize to put our house on the market.  I’ll send a more organized post tomorrow.

It’s time to go, junk in the cobblers bench, 219/365

    This afternoon I have an appointment with a realtor to learn about letting go of stuff. But there’s plenty to do in the meantime. The other day I cleared out the drawers of an old cobblers bench where our TV sits. I don’t have to tell you all the junk I threw out! Nails and bolts, dried up tubes of glue, instructions to a TV we no longer own. Some things went into the ‘For Free’ box for our yard sale; I kept a few treasures.