Buried Treasures

Back in Portland, we lived in a wonderful 1940's house which I just loved. I love the curved ceilings, the picture rails, the wood floors, the molding - all crafted with detail and care that's hard to come by in newer homes. It was a larger home with three full levels, and even before the kiddo was born we managed to fill every room from basement to top floor, including the garage.

When hubby got the job here in California, we had just a few days over a month to find a place, pack, and move. We managed to sell, give away, or toss a lot of things we no longer needed or couldn't use. But over four years we had accumulated quite a lot. That accumulation resulted in boxes stacked along the edges of the garage in our newer, smaller home.

With less space in which to keep all our things, they've remained packed up for the two years we've lived here. Busy with a toddler, school, and work, we've procrastinated the sorting and tossing that looms over us.

However, in keeping with the idea of making small steps, I've decided to tackle one box a day. If I get through more than one box, well, even better. It's most likely that most of what I find will be sold or donated, but I'm looking forward to finding little treasures that I've missed.