Rachel's cousin is 6 months older than her and her parent's last child. Consequently over the past 3+ years we have been the recipient of all Josie's grown-out clothes. At first I kept everything--whether I liked it or not. Then as the clothes started piling up, I started to be a little more selective in what I kept. I rifled through the bags, chose what I wanted and either took the rest to D.I. or gave it to my friend to rifle through for her daughter. Still that left me with LOADS of clothes that I've been keeping in bins in Rachel's closet for the past 3 years.
I have 7 bins full of clothes. About 6 months ago I went through and got rid of a bunch too. We've also saved lots of baby stuff in anticipation of our growing family. Our apartment is cramped to say the least.
Well after recent events and the realization that it will be at least--and I emphasize at least--one whole year before we can bring another child this family, I decided we didn't need all this stuff.
I went through the clothes today and ended up with 5 bins that I'm taking to the neighborhood consignment shop. (If you know me and want to come take a look before I take it there, you have two weeks.) We saved the crib too but I was wishy-washy on whether I wanted to use it for future kids anyway. So due to it's age and stability, into the trash it goes.
I've also decided I'm done with my stroller. I've been holding out on buying a new one since I was planning on buying a double, but now I decided I'm not walking a whole year plus some with a crappy hand-me-down stroller with no brakes. Off to craigslist.com I go for that.
Grief can make people do interesting things and for me it makes me want to buy things and purge things.