So, sorting and trashing one’s old crap is a lot of work, especially when working outside. With every new and/or frightening discovery I wished even more that I had brought my camera to document the process with.
Some of the things I found?
- Mardi Gras beads from both my trip to New Orleans in 1998 and the 2001-ish visit to the Soulard celebration.
- A Christmas stocking that was blue and covered in sequins in a checkerboard pattern. I think I found it at the Liberace House of Crap.
- My full set of New Kids on the Block Trading Cards. Because I was that age when they were taking over the airwaves.
- Magazines. So many magazines, not the least of which was the every issue of Mode magazine, which ran from 1997-2001. What possible reason could I have had for keeping these? Not a clue.
- My high school memory book, as well as random college memorabilia.
- My collection of Fiestaware – at least part of it. I don’t have a ton, but I do love the Fiestaware and plan to outfit my future kitchen in it. I also found my cute retro dishes, with at least one broken plate.
- Books. A few that I had thought I lost and now have 2 copies of. Random books I forgot existed. Textbooks out the wazoo, most of which got pitched. If I couldn’t remember using it, I threw it away.
- And so much other stuff. Seriously, I have more crap than any one person needs.
Of course, with an entire apartment’s worth of junk to sort through, I did not finish going through it all in the 3 1/2 hours I was sorting and throwing. I think I may have gotten through 1/3 to 1/2 of my boxes and such, though. I did, however, nearly manage to knock myself in the head with a psychology book that didn’t want to go in the dumpster. Twice.
I decided it was probably time to stop sorting and trashing when I found a box of my pots & pans and couldn’t decide if I should just throw them out or look later to see if they were still good. I probably should have just chucked ’em in the dumpster. I was being a complete hardass about what to toss and what to keep until then, I should have just stuck with that.
And let me tell you, it’s a good thing I stopped when I did. My back was sore, my hips hurt, my muscles were screaming. Today? The muscles are still a bit sore in my legs, but I otherwise seem to be recovering well. I don’t seem to bounce back as quickly as I did when I was 20. Getting older is hell on the body, folks.