Fun with packing, part 2



We recently made a pretty big decision in our moving process. Instead of paying a few thousand dollars for movers or renting a truck, we decided to get rid of all of our stuff and move with little to nothing. Which means that for five hours last Saturday, our driveway was an Ikea outlet, as well as a place to get very highly sought after movie memorabilia. 



And let me tell you, it feels amazing to be rid of all the stuff we accumulated. It makes me want to never buy anything again and live without anything, in an empty wooden box like Pete Campbell.


Except when I remember that our new house is 5 minutes away from an Ikea. And a Crate and Barrel. And, um, the Mall of America where I can purchase ANYTHING in the history of things. There's an entire store devoted to PEEPS, for heavens sake. 


And then I get excited to shop for more stuff. It's a vicious cycle.


But back to our garage sale. 


We kept the important stuff, like wedding presents, favorite books, sentimental photos, and canine companions.

I'm not quite sure what he's doing with his teeth, but it kills me. It just might be my new favorite Ike face.