First, the junk men came out and hauled away all my carefully organized junk.
I took some photos to compare the before and after.
I know! They look exactly the same. Then I found the photo that will express how much progress has been made.
Tony and Alex standing by my junk. They were halfway done.
It looks like I'm junking perfectly good stuff, except for my grandmother's sewing cabinet which has gone legs up in the far corner. They load all the trash in first, then they organize the rest by the charity it goes to - Goodwill, etc.
It made me very proud I had organized it into a trash pile and a donation pile. Evidently sometimes they show up and there has been no preparation. People just start pointing at things.
They were very knowledable about my junk. They admired Gary's old bike, and spotted the pidgeon coop I paid $75 for at the Antique Mall (yes, it was possibly my worst decorating decision ever) and knew the name of the car featured in an old photo of my Dad.
Oh, and they put all of Gary's weights into that bench (the one under the Jane Fonda Steps) and hauled it all up at one time.
Now, most of the basement is in that stage of mid-organization when remaining stuff is piled in the middle of the room, but there is one corner that is complete.
The best part was finding that the plastic drawers fit perfectly in the corner.
You can't see it, but each drawer is labeled with the contents, and after I purged I found I have far more drawers than contents. Many drawers have only one thing. So, drawers are labeled "Tiny croquet set" and "small rubber chicken" and "millinery supplies."
And look at this workbench! It's like a man doesn't even live here!