Some days I feel my latest decluttering exercise is making little progress. Charity donations have been made and I sold a few items on eBay but three Emma Bridgewater mini mugs and a Scottish pottery tartan cup and saucer haven’t released a lot of shelf space.
MrFF has been regularly badgered to sort through the collection of 200+ CDs that we have not had the means to play for the last 11 years. His modus operandi so far is to take 30 off the storage rack, put them in various piles round the office and think about them. 12 have so far been released to the charity shop. I mentioned how pleased they were to have them, sadly that didn’t motivate him to send more.
This week our hardly used now vintage arctic grade sleeping bags were brought down from the loft, photographed and offered for sale. That’s great except they are now in the lounge awaiting a buyer, please consider them if you are venturing into the frozen wastes any time soon, they are lovely.
However this week my mindset has been completely changed. I was browsing property for sale in our Italian village which you might think is an interesting and possibly inspiring thing to do, you’d be wrong. These are two of the sales photos from a detached semi rural property with a reasonable asking price.
