Packing up your "stuff" is very emotional. It is traveling down memory lane- where did that come from, who gave it to me, it was my mom's, who I was with when I spotted that incredible treasure. And the tears flow easily.
It's like saying good bye to an old friend that's going away for a year and a half. You will not be able to chat for a while as they are in a far away, unreachable place. For my stuff, it's the storage facility of North American Van lines. Certainly, not the most exciting place to visit!
So I take a few last pictures of my "Stuff". Kind of a bon voyage celebration with only me and my stuff at the party!!! I can stare at the pictures during the next 18 months and try to remember their little faces and plan their homecoming to their new home in North Carolina.
My very favorite amphora pottery collection.
You guys had better behave yourself and return to me safely.
Lots of sparkly stuff- I will miss you.
And I just got this horn handle trophy back from the silver plating company.. We didn't have a lot of time together, but I promise you a great time in North Carolina. You will just have to wait a year and a half.
Meanwhile, the other barware will keep you company in a big old Dish Pack box.
It's certainly not the Ritz Carlton, but it will have to do!
Antique Venetian glasses question my decision to send them away in a box.
At least put us in a special box.
Threatening to tarnish while away, silver goblets are not happy about the trip.
My most special goblets- not replaceable. I must have a special talk with the packers.
These little babies require special attention.
And let's not forget the glasses that I made my husband "hand carry" back from Venice, while we
ran through the Paris airport to catch a plane. One can only guess the words that were exchanged between us as we pushed to the front of the security line with our 8 boxes of fragile glasses.
Our connecting flight from Venice was late and we were about to miss our flight back to the states.
And one of my newest obsessions- Palais by Bayel. Discontinued in the 70's.
Special pillows, fur throws, - how am I going to survive without you?
And then there's my collection of vintage dresses and handbags. Not that I could even
fit an arm in them, I like to stare at them and imagine myself actually fitting in one.
Good bye my loves.
And now time to dismantle my jewelry cabinet.
Filled with vintage jewelry, flowers, powder dolls and compacts. Can't wait til we meet again!
Old books from Paris, decanters from Scott's and a mask from Venice. One of my favorite pictures of my mom and dad on the beach. Time to tuck you all away.
And now to my great horror, I look out the window and see the party crashers arriving!
Just how many of them came?
Not one, not two, not three of them. Oh yeah baby- four big semi's here to collect my stuff!
130 Dish Packs later- probably a world record according to my packers.
Box by box, chair by chair, my stuff was sent into the protective custody of another person.
All 31,000 pounds of it!
All that is left is what is being sold at the upcoming house sale.
So the party is over.
Empty shelves and mantels- what a disgraceful scene!
Only the whispers of 31 years of wonderful memories remain.
It will be weird living here for the next few weeks without my stuff. The walls echo sounds so easily without any "stuff".
But then again, it's a blank canvas for the new owners to fill with their "stuff".
I can't wait to see what they do with the place. Change is good.
