We had a fun day today. My second son turned nine and Grammy came down for his birthday dinner.
As she left tonight, she loaded up her van . . . with stuff from my house.
Stuff like:
A sweet (but not really my style) framed picture that I’d borrowed for several years because I needed to fill a space.
A baker’s rack I’ve run into about three times a day in the breakfast area.
A really cool antique-ey wire hat/wig holder that just no longer works in my new and improved master bedroom.
Flower arrangements that the kids made with her that were displayed for a while but had overstayed their welcome.
Aaaaaahhhhh. Basically, it was all stuff I felt guilty about getting rid of, but that guilt doesn’t count if I give it to my mom.
And yes. I understand the irony since I don’t want to be given anyone else’s guilt-producing clutter, but most of it was really her stuff just borrowed for a while.
(Can you believe how clean her vehicle is? I know. It’s like we’re not even related!)
Thank you, Nony! You really help me!!
awesome job decluttering! love that you are letting go of stuff you don’t want and blessing someone else with it. (waiving at you from downtown dallas today… hi from the doubletree!)