tremorviolet, you sound just like me! I was a terrible, AWFUL, “clutterbug” (cute word) and our 3-bedroom apartment was a wreck because of it. Then, last year, we got a 30-day notice to vacate (the city bought our block to build a school. The landlord had known for 6 months, but hadn’t told us!) and we had to do some serious culling work. I knew that no matter where we moved, it’d be smaller (it was) and I couldn’t possibly take everything.
I spent the first week in a depressed, angry funk, casting around asking if anyone needed some of the stuff I had. I too had a lot of stuff that I could probably get rid of, but I didn’t want to throw away. There wasn’t any time for e-bay, but I went there and found a forum and posted my problem. There are people who sell stuff for other people, but I didn’t have time for that. Luckily, someone saw my post, passed it on to a woman in another state, who had a sister living just outside the city. The woman, and her sister, contacted me. We made arrangements where the sister would come over and get stuff.
The one thing sister said to me, that I took to heart, was “DON’T throw ANYTHING away!”
I didn’t. Well, hardly anything. I had everything from old pots and pans, to 10-year old videotapes (stuff like the first several seasons of ER), to literally thousands of magazines, to an entire bag full of Princess Diana stuff (I know, weird), to clothes I hadn’t worn for ages. Lots of those clothes were stained and torn, so not useful for wearing, but pieces cut from them would have made at least 50 nice quilts, or tons of children’s craft projects. (Btw, I offered those clothes for crafts here at SDMB, and someone said they wanted them, but never came and got them. A missed opportunity for crafts-people…ah well.)
I put everything into kitchen garbage bags, and she and her husband came to get them. Luckily they had a van. When it had completely filled up, I told her I had more, if she wanted to come back, and her eyes glowed! They came back TWICE MORE and packed their van. I could have filled it up again, but her husband was about ready to kill her I think, so she said no. I felt really good though, all my things were going to someone who actually wanted them, who could at least try and do something with them. I can’t say 90% of it didn’t go to the dump from her place, but that was not for me to know, and I never do want to know. At least I didn’t throw any of it away. Knowing these things weren’t going into the trash (at least, not immediately, and not by my hand) made it much much easier to toss items into her bags.
We still had a lot of stuff (it took an entire moving van to move us a block and a half, thank you City of Chicago for paying for it) and if we move again it’ll have to be done again. It’s nice having an apartment that isn’t overrun with, um, as much, junk.
I can’t magically give these two women to you, but it does pay to ask around when you’re trying to get rid of stuff.
Oh, I also found, online, someone who took a few hundred cassette tapes and all my Time and Newsweek magazines (I subscribed for several years), another person who took a couple hundred skating and Olympic tapes (shipped to California!), and someone who came and got a piano that I gave away.
GOOD LUCK!
(Btw, the city did in fact knock down all but one of the buildings on our old block, but work has not started on building anything there, and I hear it might be several years before that happens. GRRRRRR! We loved that apartment, even if it was a wreck. We like our current apartment very much, thank goodness.)