The Purge Continues

As we try to clear the decks for The Big Move, some furniture just needs a home other than our basement 

          The big TV cabinet (remember those from the days before flat screens?) that our son bought and then left behind. I painted over its lacquered emerald green and black hideousness and used it for basement linen storage. 

          The metal credenza My Guy lugged home from a workplace, and whose only purpose ended up being storage fro all the Lego, Lincoln logs, and our set of a plastic castle and knights. 

          A pretty little Windsor chair we’d forgotten about and never used, and. . .

          The beloved kitchen table we bought for $2 at a tag sale in California 47 years ago (remember the “antiquing” painting process back then?) and which sat in a corner of the basement with tax bins piled on top of it.

          We scheduled a pick-up from the Salvation Army, piled everything in the garage, and banished my car to the driveway, a victim to the current relentless rain of caterpillar poop.

          At the beginning of the week, the big red truck finally came backing down our driveway, only to pull away 10 minutes later with not one of those items in it. Turns out they don’t take painted furniture or items that can’t be whisked immediately onto the sales floor.

          The good news was that before he left, the guy in charge suggested I put the LetGo app on my smart phone.

          Within 3 hours of listing all the items as free on the site, I had 6 offers. We scored big-time with the one I chose. He not only wedged everything in his pick-up, but happily took a number of other things hanging around in the garage and promised to return for more when we’re ready.

          There just might be a light at the end of that self-made tunnel of possessions.