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Decluttering is so exhiliarating. I just bagged up three-quarters of the contents of our linen closet to give to Goodwill.

We don't need a dozen sets of double bed sheets when the only double bed in the house is the rarely-used guest bed. We don't need sixteen adult-sized bath towels, half of which are too ratty to use. We don't need a massive plastic baby bathtub which, despite its gargantuan size, babies outgrow in about four months. We don't need six afghans. We don't need an electric blanket controller for an electric blanket we no longer own.

We. Don't. Need.

More things I don't need...

Socks with holes in them.
A pair of big fluffy polartec socks in a weird garish print, received as a gift years ago and never taken out of the package.
Ugly free promotional T-shirts.
A lipstick, still in an unopened package, from before I met Michael.
A sweater I got in high school, which is still in good shape only because I haven't worn it in years.

I got rid of all but three of the T-shirts I've had since college. Since college. I graduated in 1994.

...It's kind of pathetic that I'm still holding onto three, isn't it?


Edited to add: OMG. Condoms that expired in 1998. (Don't worry - no one's been using them.)