I made more headway in the forgotten closet tonight. It was mostly larger items from my grandmother’s belongings. At the very bottom of the pile of shit was another box of books. More books.
We just fucking love books, ok?
There were some happy surprises in the pile, however. I found a pile of bubble wrap that, when I finally managed to unravel it, contained several stained glass window decorations. Probably the best surprise of all was a cache of a few small boxes filled with tissue paper. I thought it was more trash at first, but it turned out to be some of the custom My Little Ponies I made to see at the RI Comic Con years ago. While I only opened one, I’ll unwrap them and take some pictures, and hopefully can sell them.
This week’s accomplishment:
I put three big trash bags outside tonight, and another two more large boxes will be going out in the morning when the streets are dry enough that the cardboard doesn’t dissolve on contact. At least three more boxes will leave the house over the weekend. They’re all filled with things from my grandparents, I’ll bring them to my uncle’s.
I only have a bit more stuff to bring out of The Pink Room. I have a couple of things in the forgotten closet to sort through, but there’s some things on a shelf I can’t reach without bringing a step stool in. Aside from the ponies that still need pictures, a desk, and a book case, I have some special occasion clothes that I have to deal with. If you’re ever curious, the optimal number of fur capes a girl should have is three. Anything more than that is just overkill. In addition to the few fur capes, some lovely vintage coats, and a tuxedo to sell, there’s also the biggest problem.
My wedding dresses.
