If it wasn’t enough for me to cater and decorate and throw a party for my Wee Fi a couple of weeks ago, this weekend is a yard sale.
And not just any yard sale but the only one I’ve had since I shutdown the shop on that frigid and tragic day in 2007.
Long story short, the recession that wasn’t a recession forced me to shut down my beautiful shop which I never mention because it’s like talking about a child that I lost prematurely. The last yard sale I organized was after that and it would seem there was still stuff up in the attic from those dreams. Also stuff that people have brought to me. And stuff that I didn’t feel like carrying down. I wrote a piece published on Divine Caroline called Reformation of a Clutterbug after the last one. I will edit and republish.
Christmas was even in limbo in the attic because it was all the pregnant lady could do to just schlep it up and drop it. Tomorrow, Saturday the 18th, at 7am, I will be peddling my leftovers in an attempt to not only make money but gain my clarity. I believe that extraneous stuff represents the mental state you’re in. And the chaos that the stuff creates in your brain inhibits you from being clear. That if everything is special than nothing is. And looking backwards keeps you from moving forward. So if the word “Could” comes up anywhere when talking about your stuff, it is way past time to usher it out your door for someone else to “could” it. Stay tuned for the results.