Time to stage my own home...Oh Boy!

Time to stage my own home...Oh Boy! Yes, I think my wife and I have decided to sell our home and downsize a bit. So, where do we begin? It's not that we are both shop-a-holics. It's not that we basically have a zoo in our home. it's not the sentimental value of so many objects. It's not the over abundance of family photos. It's not.....Oh, who am I kidding!!! It's all of the above and then some.

We've only been in this house for ten years. It's amazing just how much stuff one can accumulate in that time. I use to be able to park both cars in the garage. Now I can barely fit my compact car. Perhaps I should trade in in for a Smart Car. The garage will look huge and I won't have to get rid of my cross country skis I last used in 1999, or my utterly useless collection of hardware and "spare parts" You never know when you will need a rimram or a fratastat.

Let's move inside. Let's start with clothing. Let's start with my wif'e shoes. Now that I think about it, let's skip the shoes. She may read this. Soooo, those cowboy boots I have had since 1981. I might wear them again. Wehn I clean out the garage. They'd be perfect. The closets are full, actually bulging with clothing neither of us wear much. You never know, I might fit into those Sergio Valenti Jeans again some day.

Back to business now. A yard sale, a trip to Goodwill, one of those pod things with a rat on the side, all good ideas. It'll be neat, clean, organized, de-personalized, neutral, empty, blah. No one will ever know I lived there. By the time I'm done, our home could be an HGTV special. Maybe, just maybe.