Getting rid of stuff is a challenge.
The emotional aspect of letting go of the thing is something Iâ€™m getting pretty good at. There are some things though, usually my momâ€™s stuff, that I just say, â€œLetâ€™s take it with us one more time.â€
This go around though Iâ€™m finding the really hard part of getting rid of stuff, is the physical reality of it actually leaving the house, without just throwing it away.
Donating really nice things to the library fund raiser has been a good thing.
Weâ€™ve tried different ways to sell other things, and thatâ€™s not my cuppa tea. We held a yard sale, but thatâ€™s a lot of work and in the end, we just want to get rid of stuff, so I started just giving the stuff away.
Bowen Island has an on-line buy and sell sight that is quite handy. You take a photo of whatever you want to sell, price it, and someone says, they will take it! The hard part is the actual hooking up andÂ taking the deal to fruition doesnâ€™t work that smoothly. People say they want things, then forget to come get the stuff. Itâ€™s the place Iâ€™ve posted things and instead of giving things away for free, Iâ€™ve asked for donations to our food bank in trade. I trust the folks to make good on the deal.
The best is of course giving stuff to the Tacky shop and the Sally Ann. This is the easiest way to pass on stuff. Iâ€™ve taken boxes and boxes there. I even went to town by myself on Monday, as the car was so full of stuff, that there was no room for Ken to go with me.
Like I said, Iâ€™m emotionally good at letting go of most stuff. Especially when I give it to someone who seems to really like it or need it.
Today, I checked the buy and sell sight for a look-see. And low and behold, a bunch of stuff I gave away is for sale! And none of it is all that cheap. I guess the lady I gave it all to didn’t really love it as much as she let on.
I know once you give something, itâ€™s theirs to do what they want with it. I gave it freely and I do not want it. I don’t know the circumstance but, I admit to a having a bit of a tug at my heart, and I know my mother, whoâ€™s stuff it had been, would have flipped!