Friday, March 14, 2014
Something Old, Something New
Being the last in a line of long-lived, packratty women has an upside and a downside. The upside is I got a lot of good stuff; the downside is I got too much of it. I can't believe I said that, but some time in the last few years, the amount of stuff that's arrived in my house has started to weigh me down, and I realized I wasn't actually getting much pleasure out of owning it. There was so much, I couldn't actually differentiate between what I loved (and would use, if I could find it) and what was just there because it was theirs, and too good to throw away.
The vintage shop came about because of this. It adds an inconsistent cash flow to my already inconsistent budget, but it's not so much about that as finding new homes for all these objects - clothes, jewelry, far too many hats, gloves, shoes, knickknacks (good god, the knickknacks these women had!) and so much more.
I also bought my house with an attic that had never been cleaned out by the prior owner, a situation I'm only slowly remedying. When I made an offer on the house, she offered then to have it emptied for me, but I'm no fool. I knew that stuff would either go into a dumpster or into someone else's home, so I said I'd deal with it. It's one more thing I'm doing with myself while I'm not "officially" working.