I just opened a kitchen cabinet for the umteenth time and had a bunch of things fall out--last straw. I then pulled over my stepstool and started pulling out stuff. Why do I still have the wooden salad bowls I got for a wedding gift in 1965 that I only have used maybe 5 times in all these years????? So, out they go.
And the iced tea maker my son bought me 8 years that I never use? (Sorry, Rob) I make tea in my tea pot that is on the stove.
I also had to move my glass coffee table this weekend to open up my hideabed for my grandson to sleep on. I have carpel tunnel syndrome on my right hand and a very bad back, and could barely drag it. Even my son had trouble putting it back after he tore the sheets off the bed and folded it up. And i don't even use that coffee table other than to put trinkets and a "coffee table" book because it is on the far side of the room and no one ever sits there. (I have a strangely shaped living room.) So it is going to Goodwill also, assuming of course I can get it there. I'll get a couple of those cheap storage hassocks/padded things to use as a coffee table or something easier to move.
Why do we punish outselves with all this junk?