omg -what a wreck!!
Stopped at an estate sale in a nice area to see inside the house which will be going on the market....arrived 3 1/2 hours after the sale started...place was jammed with cars and people who were leaving with items. There was STUFF everywhere. Absolutely. Everywhere. Mind you, it was clean and I suspect was kept fairly ordered and organized to a point and to sell, everything was brought out: it was so overloaded I asked if several homes contents were combined, but no. Boxes and boxes of miscellany, everything piled high, counters stacked up, tchotchkes erupting, hardly room to walk and turn around; not a space on any surface. Furniture everywhere....Sort of finished basement crammed, and garage stuffed to the gills and filled with tables loaded with more kitchen and other items from in the house....stuff spilled out into the yard and down both sides of the drive. And the sale had been ongoing for hours! I left with an overwhelming urge to go home and get rid of things - anything! But on my way I couldn't help feel sad - hopefully the owners loved their place and had a positive experience living with their *stuff*. But the house was worn and tired and a time warp with hideous wallpaper and flooring, a really ugly dated kitchen, etc. and it likely would have been an overwhelming task to move things around enough to have room to do any updating, cosmetic or otherwise even if they had wanted. I had a suffocating feeling imagining the owners trapped in time by the sheer unworkable volume of their possessions. Whew! Yet it has given me pause to reflect on the possible contentedness of those who lived there versus the idea of needing to be on trend. Maybe they never updated, but then had sufficient money until they passed to pay their bills and buy good food, etc. Hmmmm. A lot to think about including what is really important in life.