We've been decluttering slowly for a while, but we have kicked it into high gear since Alice was born. Last week I finally approached the refrigerator.
Jay and I have a good marriage. We are highly compatible and agree on most things, with two exceptions: eyebrows and refrigerators. He can't understand why I get my eyebrows done, and I think he must have some kind of brain defect if he can't tell how much better they look after a trip to the salon. He likes a nice, bare fridge, and I think all sides should have at least one layer of pictures, receipts, and mementos, all held down with various clips I've won at Jazzercise or magnets I bought on vacation. I got my eyebrows done Tuesday, so we are both winners this week.
There are a few things left for now:
Although I'm excited to move back home and I'm enjoying my new spacious closet where (almost) everything fits, I think our house looks a little sad all decluttered. It's like we've been erased from it while we still live here--well, except for the toys spread all over the living room floor and the mounds of baby clothes waiting to be sorted. So now I'm trying to ignore the bareness and concentrate on how nice it will be to clutter up a new house with all of our things (neatly, though, of course, dear) and memories. In the mean time, if you want to buy a house, let me know!