One part of my big de-cluttering effort is to get things ready for my twin club’s semi-annual sale. This will be my first time selling, but of course, also my first time with a critical mass of stuff that I’m done with. Last night I started going through the first pile of outgrown clothing. It’s incredible how much there is. Easily four big Rubbermaid totes full. My initial sorting criteria is simply “eligible for fall sale” and “not eligible for fall sale.” As the sale is already large and packed to the gills, the request is for only season-appropriate items. Swimsuits and tank tops just aren’t going to sell in Massachusetts in the fall. So anything short-sleeved, summer-y, or stained from the months of prune-juice-influenced spitup goes in the “ineligible” pile. I say “eligible,” because I haven’t yet put price tags on anything, and reserve the right to keep some of my favorites.
Here’s the interesting thing: as much as I look at some of these shirts and things and say “oh, I loved this one, she was so cute in it!”… I don’t find myself with any real pull to keep any of it. Maybe it’s because we’re most likely done having kids, and even if we aren’t, I’m not going to store it all on the off chance that we have another kid three years from now. Maybe it’s because much of it, while super cute, was purchased on sale from Old Navy, so I don’t feel like I’m wasting a ton of money. Maybe it’s because I’m just not into hand-me-downs. Maybe it’s because I have nearly 5,000 pictures from their first year and nearly every outfit they wore is well-documented. Or maybe it’s because they’re just clothes.
I don’t want to kick myself down the road, wishing I had kept some of this stuff. Kept it, maybe, just so I could pull it out of the attic every now and then and marvel at how tiny they once were and see if there’s a little whiff of baby scent still on there. But then what? I still have my bouquet from my wedding, but it’s just sitting there in a box in a closet. I’m never going to do anything with it, but haven’t been able to make myself throw it away. Will I be the same way with the baby clothes, or shouldn’t I just bring them to the twin sale and donate whatever doesn’t sell? Let someone else marvel at how adorable their child is in that little shirt.
So, we’ll see what happens when I actually put a price tag on these little things. I’m sure there will be some that I keep, but I think the most are getting passed along. I don’t even much care about making a lot of money, I just want to free up the space. Like anything, it’s a little bittersweet to be done with some of the “baby” stuff. But at the same time, would I really go back if I could? Not a chance. Let the tagging begin.