It always happens...
We come home from an auction with a box or two of 'stuff' because we just had to have one item in the box. We pile the boxes in the garage or in the basement and forget about them.
And then there is the 'stuff' that does not sell in the antique booth. When I 'foof the booth' I get tired of moving things around so I put it in a box or two bring it home and pile the boxes in the garage or in the basement and forget about them.
And then there is the 'stuff' sitting around in my house that I get tired of. So on cleaning days when I am feeling especially energetic I pull out a box or two and fill it. I pile the boxes in the garage or in the basement and forget about them.
You can probably by now visualize my garage and basement. I decided I had enough of it. I am done buying anything that I absolutely do not love. Not one more thing comes into my house unless two things leave. No more boxes, no more piles, no more junk. I needed a way to get rid of everything and start new in my clutter free life. Hmm...Flea market/Barn Sale in our town sounded like a great way to purge everything and be rid of it all for good.
Saturday was the very first Linens Lace and Lattes flea market Not linens...three car loads of junk which was amazingly arranged in a 12X12 space and pretty much orchestrated by the best organizer, best junque buddy and friend ~ Melissa
we had a great time. I loved staging the area and talking to the people, figuring out flea market prices and bartering with our neighbors.
On the way home that day I thought "Next time I 'foof the booth' I am going to fill a box marked 'flea market"
That night as I counted my money, Mr. Linens Lace and Lattes said "It is good to know that now we have an outlet for all of those boxes we buy at auctions and only want one thing...."
So much for that 'clutter free' promise I made.