You know, once I actually got started with my garage sale prep, I've kind of been in my glory. I have truly enjoyed the organizing, the pricing, the sorting, the straightening, the WhereAreWeGoingToPutAllThisStuff decisions. The colors make me happy too. All the bright colors of the toys, the little girl pinks and purples, the sea of book covers....I feel pleased when I look around.
I'm content with the memories I have with each item as well. Most of the items were more well used by our oldest daughter. It's different with the second, isn't it? They go right into whatever the older ones like/have. So, maybe I remember what my oldest and I played in the time she fit into a certain outfit, or where we went, and what we did. I recall the vast amounts of time spent doting on her in a tiny, little house far away from any family or friends, while we played with many of the toys we're now selling. It's bittersweet, you know?
It's like Where's Waldo....could you find me in any of these pictures? No? Of course not. I'm buried under all the other stuff I didn't post shots of. Oh,trust me. There's A LOT. I've overflowed from the garage significantly. If it rains, we're in big trouble.