You have to break eggs

As you know, you have to break a few eggs to make an omelet. This is what I keep telling myself as I stumble around boxes and tubs. There are 'broken eggs' all over my house right now.

This morning (after coffee), I cleared the home-schooling bookshelf. I have two milk crates full of books for my sister to look through, and three boxes of books to sell or donate. The bookshelf is now holding the few books that made it beyond the initial pass, empty boxes, the higher-quality art supplies, and the emptied fish tank.

This is the 'after'... er, between? 

Does anyone want cookbooks? I use AllRecipes now.

I'm trying to sort as I go, and have piles or tubs or boxes of things started for the donation center, for The Scrap Exchange, for friends to pick up, or to take to the animal shelter.

This is not junk. This is a slew of school & art supply stuff.

I finally finished sorting sewing material, I think!

Too many donations for the storage tub.

Towels we don't use.

I'm kind of torn on the towels we don't use. I think I'm going to set them all aside for now and use them to pack fragile stuff for the move. Whatever we don't use, I'll take over to the animal shelter. I hear they're always in need of blankets and towels.

I did take a tub of shoes and clothing over to the donation center today. The guy laughed when I said he could have the contents but not my storage container. I also gave two hula hoops to the neighbor lady's daughter for her kids. Oh -- and we also took out SIX bags of trash. Yes, six. I'm beginning to get really brutal with the paper stuff. Nobody really keeps tax forms for ten years, right?