This is my back room which has been used as a storage area for the past year. 99% of the stuff back here is what was left after I did the initial clean out of my mother's home after she passed away. Some of the boxes contain things I packed up from her home myself, but there are also a bunch of boxes buried in the back that haven't been opened in 20 or 30 years, maybe longer.
After my mom passed away I spent six weeks going day and night during the initial clean out, and then another year spending every evening and weekend going through boxes upon boxes of stuff. The photo above shows the boxes that I either never got around to going through or things I had packed myself that for one reason or another I couldn't donate the first time around. My mother had so much stuff, it's just unbelievable!
This is only one of the storage areas. I have another room that was a two car garage turned family room, turned storage area, that has only a path to walk through. And then there are the attics of two homes (mine and my mother's) that are jam packed too - I have lots of treasure hunting to do!
About a year ago I got to the point that I thought I would rip my hair out if I had to go through another box. I closed the doors on the storage areas and lived in a very minimalist manner in the other areas of my home. I just couldn't stand the thought of "stuff" after everything I'd been dealing with for over a year. I even started a minimalist blog hoping it would motivate me to finish the clean out - but for the most part those doors stayed closed, like skeletons in my closet, while I enjoyed my everyday minimalist existence.
There were times I knew I needed to get started again. I would walk in, look around, sigh, and close the door again. My son says it was my Saturday morning routine. The problem that had me stuck was that I knew most of the things left to deal with were valuable. As it is I was kicking myself just knowing how valuable the things I already just sent off for donation were. I asked myself why I didn't at least have a yard sale - but I'm one of those sellers who will beg people to just take stuff for free just to get things out. Why bother with an annoying sale with that attitude?
I knew I needed to deal with what I had left in a different manner. A few weeks ago I decided to wander off for the day to check out yard sales, consignment stores, vintage stores, thrift shops, and antique shops to see where what I had might fit in. I did check things out, but also came home with great finds. I was immediately hooked and went out on more treasure hunts and learning adventures over the next two weeks.
I did learn a lot in that short time. I also made lots of new blogging friends who are into the thrill of searching for the perfect finds, and I picked up some great stuff that I really love along the way for a small fraction of what it's worth, so it's all good - really good! :)
There was still the huge collection of inherited stuff to deal with. I knew I needed to dive back into that before I continued my new hobby and bringing home my fun finds. I decided this weekend I would get into one storage area and start treasure hunting at home. I dove in and all I can say is wow!! I found some really great treasures!
I won't bore you with further details tonight, but look for Part 2 soon.
It's Friday night, party time - Cheers!