a tribute to the busy-ness of the week is also the epic failure of the same: I forgot to take photos.
This weekend I sold almost everything in my house, as well as stuffs I had been collecting over the past few months. Friends donated their goodwill items and between their amazing goods and my household, we had a HUGE sale. A full yard on Friday, which lay pretty bare by the end of that day, and then a full yard on saturday with a completely empty one by 9 that night. I not only made my monetary goal to pay for moving costs and registration, I met incredible characters from the neighborhood and beyond, and watched as the last fifteen years of my life disappeared piece by piece. From teenage candle holders to vintage suitcases, I felt lighter with every item taken smilingly away.
BUT… there are no photos! Shutter speed 0. In the rush of 5 am set up and the subsequent flood of people, I completely neglected to document the very thing this project is about: getting smaller. But imagine a yard literally covered in things. the things we keep and fill a house with. the things that make it feel full. but as i type this in an almost empty house, I feel my cup running over. All of those memories strewn across my lawn, they are still circling my house and my heart. But what a sight it was. Imagine! and snap a few photos for me
(Jason did take two photos with his phone: one at the end of the day Friday and one of the free pile at the end of the sale)