I think the process would go a trillion times smoother if things like THIS wouldn't happen, though:
What you are seeing here....
happens to be the contents of my freshly purged closet.
held approximately 3 LARGE garbage bags full of extra stuff. After purging it, I have been so very happy. I have even been known to walk in there and just sit. On the floor. Because I can.
About an hour ago, I heard this hellacious CRASH. After making sure each of my children still had all of their limbs, I discovered the above. Apparently, the shelving decided that it HATES me and did a little purging of it's own.
Perfect. And I deeply appreciate the timing, too.
What stuns me more than anything, is that I probably lightened it's load by about a 100 lbs last week, so why now? WICKED shelving.
Now that I've got you in my horrid closet, let me ask you, what in the world should I do with some books, pictures, and records that were given to me, by my Dad.... some of which belong to my great-grandparents? We are talking late 1800's here. If I were closer to my home state (Pennsylvania), I would donate it to our town's museum, but I'm not. So do any of you have any ideas? My shelving thinks it should just be destroyed.
Back to packing...