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Thursday, 2 February 2012

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The sign is ordered, the price set, and our fingers are clasped in praying mode.  We are selling our house.
Please add us to your prayer list at church, morning prayers and thoughts.  We have put St. Joseph out
in front of the posts that will hold the sign.  Come on miracle!





This is more than a little nerve wracking because it is the largest part of a downsizing plan hubby and I
have been working on.  You may remember the article about the tablecloths...

There are many decisions to be made when thinking about moving into drastically reduced square footage.
My current decision making process is all about jewelry.  For a  fashion challenged chick, I have a lot of it.
So far, I have 35 baggies each containing what I once thought was just too precious to leave behind.  I have
made the huge decision that if does not fit into the jewelry drawer in the dresser or isn't something hubby
gave me it goes.  I sorta feel like the dead lady who hangs around her own estate sale to see who buys what.




It is a very cool feeling to be emptying the drawers of contents I havn't touched in a very long time. Example: I found three tubs of scented creams from Avon, Imari, Timeless and Candid.  I have worn the same fragrance for the last three years, Juicy Couture, so who knows how old these are.  For a woman who gardens, rips open wine boxes and otherwise treats her nails very badly, I have four different colors of red nail polish. I have short hair but at least ten hair clips.  All go into the ever growing pile of "gotta get gone."





I look over the last of the countless treasures we have amassed.  The books will be hard to let go of, we
do have some art I hate to see go elsewhere.  Our third daughter has laid claim to several pieces and that
makes me happy.  Now we just need for the perfect buyer, perfect moment, perfect price to all line up.

So I continue on, piling boxes of stuff in the front foyer and then into the shed outside.  It will all await the
yard sale in March when it becomes another womans stuff...or Goodwills.  It ain't coming back here.

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