This is what remains:
Inside the shed now:
Yes, Gentle readers, this is after hubby cleaned it out.
Do you see what I have to deal with here?
This is stuff that is hanging off the rafters for pete's sake! There is a doll carriage up there from when I was five years old!! I could cheerfully get rid of it all, but I have a daughter who has no room for anything at her apartment and a husband who has a very hard time parting with stuff. My daughter has pack rat tendencies but she comes by it honestly. My mum kept everything and so did my dad. Hubby always told me to get rid of stuff but not to let him see what I was giving away or throwing out because he always said what he didn't see he wouldn't miss.
Daughter #1 happened by before we could dispose of the evidence. She took things off the truck and admonished me not to try to get rid of her things again!
When we have gotten rid of things before, we usually just put them out at the end of our driveway and without fail, people take everything. One day my hubby was coming home from work and someone was picking through the offerings. He told my husband we had the best junk ever. Who knew?
I think I need to go out to the shed under cover of darkness and abscond with a few truck loads of