Okay, I hear you wondering, why has the Winged Creature decided to post a photograph of her trash? It's not trash, actually. That's the point. It's all useable stuff.....just stuff that The Hub and I are not using, or no longer have a use for.
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It's mostly clothing, some bedding, and some handbags and totes. I admit that one whole bag of it is comprised of about 14 million matchless socks. Okay, maybe not quite THAT many. But still. A whole bag full.

And this is from people who are actively trying to live out the Quaker principle of simplicity!! Now, I admit that it has been over six months since I did a closet clean out. And it must be said that The Hub has only recently become turned on to the concept of not saving everything he owned. ( He always felt that I donated / got rid of enough stuff for 10 people and if he didn't protect his worldly goods by body blocking them he would be left on the street in nothing but his underwear. I always said that at least it would be GOOD underwear because I was getting rid of the ones that had holes in them, etc) So there is some stuff in there that he probably should have really parted with a long time ago.

Nothing makes me feel as wonderful and as wealthy as donating things to good causes like The Westminster Rescue Mission or The St. Vincent de Paul Society So why did I wait so long this time to my closet clean out? I'm always saying that money and things are like water and blood - for them to be pure and healthy they must flow and circulate. Did I stop believing this? In my life I have seen every small good deed ( indeed, I seem only capable of small ones!) come back to me more than "packed down measure for measure" but about 10 times over! Why in the world, then, was I holding on, as if for dear life to my suit jackets and my tote bags and a whole wardrobe of nightgowns?

I was afraid. What if I needed them again? What if I suddenly needed to go on a job interview? ( Great. I could show up in a suit jacket that was my size 3 sizes ago. That would make a great impression!) What if we suddenly needed to head for the hills? ( quick! pack a tote bag with a broken zipper!) What if I needed to take a nap? ( okay. The nightgown thing is a whole 'nother issue. I think I feel on some level that if I can only find the perfect sleepwear then my insomnia will go away. Which is even nuttier than the other trains of thought!) The thing was I felt poor. And feeling poor, I began to feel as if I had nothing to part with. And the more this stuff hung around and built up the more poor I felt.
My goodness! We must be in poverty - our house is too small to store all our stuff! Oh boy.

Thankfully, we had a bit of a laundry crisis ( What is all this stuff? Where does it go? Why is it covered with goobers from the dog before it even gets in a drawer?! Do we even KNOW anybody who is a size 6?!?!) and I came to my senses.

Now, we just need to get the home office organized. I'm not going to take a picture of that. You'd die of fright!!