Right now I'm taking a break from the great junk room clean out of 2009 and will let y'all know that I'm about 5 minutes from shoving it all back in closing the door, grabbing a bag of cookies and pretending this incident never occurred.
Our house is pretty clutter free except for my office and this spare room. I think it all started when we moved in three years ago and I got stumped on where to have the movers put something so I said put it in here. I made it look decent, but it's still driving me crazy. So I'm going for the "if we haven't used it in two years...toss it, donate it, sell it" rule of thumb.
I took a picture of the mess in all it's glory, but then decided against it because it's so horrific at this stage, but I will share some of what I have learned about our junk with y'all.
1. Scrapbooking may not be "my thing". Hence the large mountain of Creative Memories & Close to My Heart memorabilia collecting dust.
2. No one family needs 2 boxes of creepy fake doves. I have learned that these are for dove hunting, but they are going to have to migrate to the garage.
3. Apparently, I was a big fan of Ace of Base back in the day.
4. I married a man and every textbook he owned from college.
5. And the greatest find, a random trapper keeper from elementary school filled with old assignments (and yes I'm not making this up) with one of those assignments being a letter to the television show Full House trying to convince them to revive the show. I kid not. I now regret showing this to boy because I'm most certain he has made numerous copies to pass out at the next family gathering.
Thankfully this was not mailed, but I'm pretty certain if it did the show would be back on. It was just that convincing of a letter. Oh, and I did eventually learn how to spell Los Angeles.
Now I'm heading back to the junk trenches.