How do you get to the place where you are ready to let go? I'm not really sure, I just know I'm there.
Lest you think I have been slacking around here - here's my dining room table. Full of stuff that's going to go. I've gone through the top half of the built-in china cabinet and assorted cupboards and shelves in the kitchen. Can anyone tell me why I thought I needed SIXTEEN of those bigass glasses??? They are beautiful, but I discovered that if you fill them too full and are not very careful when drinking, you will be wearing your alcohol/pop/water/whatever rather than drinking it . . . yeah, not so good. Still, they are beautiful and I did buy them at Marshall Field's, so it pains me some to let them go. I kept four - one in each color :-)
I've been doing what I can each evening. It's been slower going, but going it is. I've asked some of my cousins to come over and see if they would like any of this stuff - some of it was my mom's . . . and so next week they will be stopping by if they have an interest.
Like I said I don't quite know how I got here, but here I am.
I have a pretty substantial collection of American Art Pottery, most particularly, Hull. It started with two pieces that were my grandmother's and built from there . . .
I will keep some of these pieces, but I talked to an auction house today. Most of it's going to go (oh - this isn't all of it - this is just the stuff that's in the big china hutch.
So much stuff . . . it's time to let someone else enjoy it. I've enjoyed it all for a long time, and now, I'm at the place of letting go.
It sure is beautiful, isn't it?