Yeah, this is my kitchen. I know it looks like my cabinets and drawers partied too much and threw up all over the counters, but really I'm just getting ready for the upcoming estate sale. Still, I am appalled by sheer volume of stuff that somehow hid in my seemingly organized, neat house.
Although I was never under the delusion that the garage and the attic were in any way acceptable.
Yep, most of the stuff in the dining room is going bye-bye. Good china, crystal, cream soup dishes (sorry, Mom), a gorgeous caviar server (sorry, Dad -- but at least you rescued the spoons)--all are destined to be someone else's new treasure.
So if you need any candlesticks or silver serving pieces or antique linens,
or lovely knickknacks, or great collections of books on the civil war and polar exploration (mostly the South pole, but some North Pole, too),
or if you are really nuts and want some outdated electronics, Disney VHS tapes, clothes, shoes, belts, stuffed animals, sombreros, stuffed barracudas,
or even some really great artwork and furniture that just won't fit into my new, much less cluttered life -- come on over next weekend and bring your best checkbook and a big truck. It's gonna be great.
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