Back in January we had an indoor yard sale to find some money for house projects that needed to be finished in order to be rental- ready. After two trips to a thrift store we still had all this stuff. Living with everything boxed up the last month has made me forget what the rest of my clothes look like and what used to hang on all the walls. It makes me ask the bigger question; if I can’t remember it, do I really need all this stuff?
Nearly everthing we own is a thrift store find, an inheritance, or something homemade. This usually results in objects with stories, and when an object has a story it gains life. You have to carefully consider what happens to it. Because our house is considerably larger than what I’m sure we’ll find in New York, some things will have to go. Like this pay phone: