Confessions of a Packrat
My oldest bottle of perfume. It was given to me by my Dad about 20 years ago (he's been gone 18), but I hardly wear it because I don't want it to be gone, KWIM? It's a link to Dad. It still smells good, too.This is the pile of crap I keep saying I will eBay. That is one of the big rubbermaid tubs. It is FULL of Disney stuff, namely toys that people bought for the boys, not realizing that they had too much stuff and/or it was too young for them. Then there's the small quantity of Pottery Barn stuff, too.
Except for the perfume, it's all going bye bye, along with a big pile of my clothes.