There's eBay, garage sales, the local op shop, the tip.
I've tried them all, except the garage sale. All that organizing and pricing, balloons and signage, and strangers traipsing through your property on a Sat morning. Sounds like hard work.
Earlier this week, I called UnitingCare, an offshoot of the Uniting Church, because I'd read in the bulletin that they are happy to come to your home to collect any unwanted furniture.
This morning, two senior gentleman rang the bell. In five minutes, I'd disposed of one baby cot, one baby high chair and one stroller (which they call a pusher here).
We bought the cot off eBay when J was born, but she has never used it except to sit in and read when Beth is in there with her. 99% of the time, it doubles as a giant laundry basket.
I was worried the men might change their minds about the cot because one of the sides had a couple of cracks, caused when it fell on the floor before assembly. It doesn't affect the utility of the cot, but it's just that bit flawed aesthetically.
I needn't have worried though. The men had a look at the cracks, and took the cot anyway.
Felt so happy and light after they left, as if I'd achieved something major. The foyer is empty again, the kids' room is a bit more spacious, and now we can think about getting beds for the girls. Maybe a bunk bed.
Decluttering is good not only for the house, but for the soul too.
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