Ugggh, Hoarders, here we come.
This is one half of the room in "before" mode. The only reason I could take that picture, though, is because the other half had been cleared, but in my frenetic pitching and tossing, I forgot to chronicle the whole process. The one thing I did sit down for, though, was to sort through the multiple cardboard boxes and plastic storage bins full of cassette tapes that the hubby and I had accumulated throughout our teen years and early marriage. I wish I had counted them, because it had to be thousands of cassettes.
See anything you recognize? Well, they're all trash now, along with these...
and thousands of others that I didn't stop to take pictures of. Nostalgia set in, quickly, though, and I took specific pictures of these fly-by-night bands that I had some weird attraction to in my teens, simply for posterity's sake. How else will the world remember Gene Loves Jezebel and Wa Wa Nee?
James saved a box set of Jimmy Buffett cassettes, even though we have them on CD, and I rescued these two precious treasures from the garbage bag. Yes, I also have them on CD (and Working Class Dog on vinyl!), but these were present for the beginning of a long love affair, and I just couldn't do it.
The rest have made their way to the cassette tape graveyard...or will, rather, once the flatbed trailer parked behind my house is finally full and pulled away for the trip to the landfill. I told you we never finish anything, right? Better make it soon, before I'm inclined to dumpster dive into my own rubbish and rescue Robbie Nevil.