We got rid of a few furniture pieces which were either too big for our house or were old, ugly and battered. Got a screaming deal on a new sofa from someone on Nextdoor (got rid of old sofa, one thing out if another is coming in) and then moved some things around and brought some color in to the mix. We have a deep burgundy, brown and a mossy green thing going on. It feels nice walking through the house. It makes me think of walking through a forest for some reason. In a forest everything has enough space and is quite comfortable where it is (otherwise it wouldn't be there). That's kind of how the house feels right now.
I am trying to find a 'before' picture so I can post the 'now' picture. There are still some little things we are deciding what to do with (bare walls mostly) and some things that need replacing or a decision to be tossed for various reason but mostly because they are to bulky or slowly dying on us.
As the layers peel away i find more and more little useless stuff and broken things we don't need. It didn't see like we had a lot of belongings and compared to many we didn't, but I can't help but be astounded at how much we had and still have. Why do we do this to ourselves. I feel like I was the hoarder lady from the Labyrinth holding on to so much stuff from silly sentimentality, guilt, or a sense I had to keep stuff because someone gave it to me or thought it was precious.
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