Over the next few weeks, we'll begin staging the house for sale. The giant leather sofa will disappear so that we can showcase a cozy seating arrangement in the living room (read: completely impractical but opens the room right up), and we'll rearrange the bedroom furniture to look like something out of a magazine - which means a caddy-corner comforter-fluffed-bed (because we all do this in real life, right?) and only two dressers with barely enough space to stuff our clothes. Potential buyers will never see the temporary boxes under the bed hiding our socks and underwear ... or anything else potentially seen as useless clutter (not that I personally would categorize my underwear as melange, but who's to say?).
The constant quest to streamline and downsize is never-ending but oh-so rewarding. We accomplished yet aNOther successful yard sale this past weekend and unloaded another seemingly bottomless pile of goods. I confess, it would be so much simpler to pack up the car and haul it all off to Goodwill, but I'm afraid we've become giddy over the extra cash that we've been able to sock away through our efforts. Listen, there is a fishing boat in our future. Pennies must be saved! No worries, though. We'll likely have one more cleansing ceremony before our compass reads South - as in the end-of-the-road-mile-marker-zero south - and we'll happily leave the rest behind.
P.S. Except the stuff I sneak on the truck when Chop's not looking, that is (wink, wink!).
