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When the Player outgrows the Play Room

When we moved into our house , our daughter was in kindergarten.  One of the key selling features, besides three HUGE, beautiful trees in the front yard, was that there was space on one end of the house that we could make into a playroom; space for the dollhouses, Barbies, Polly Pockets, Star Wars figures, and all the other stuff that doesn’t fit into a nice little category, but it kept Ellie busy and happy.  Twelve years have flown by, Ellie has one semester of high school left, and her dad is ready to convert the playroom into storage space for tools, because let’s face it, it has been unused space for several years.  So…

It was time for me to really take inventory of what was left in the playroom.  I’ve consigned as she has grown into a teenager, but there were definitely things like games, books, toys that were stashed in the playroom closet and not touched by me or her for years.  It only took me a few minutes to pull out all the games that I knew were fair game to consign.  I took them into the living room, so I could keep watching Fixer Upper, and checked each game to make sure it had all the pieces.  Yes, this takes some time, but so important.  Some of the games were missing pieces, so those got thrown away.   And this is a great time to remind everyone that Divine Consign doesn’t allow consignors to sell things that aren’t complete.  Please don’t consign games or puzzles that are missing pieces.  It is a big downer for kids to get home and find that things aren’t complete.   And I’ll take this one step further…don’t donate those things either.  No one wants broken, incomplete toys.  Or shirts with big stains.  Or shoes with nasty insoles.  Throw those things away.  But with the things that were sellable, I was able to make a nice pile to enter later.

Next, I tackled books.  Not only was this a fun walk down Memory Lane, but I also found little notes or poems that Ellie had written that I could snap a pic of and share in a group text for a good laugh.  Fourth grade Ellie really wrote some funny things. (Especially in her fourth grade journal, but I’m not telling her I read that.)  You really never know what you’ll find in those sweet pages.

Of course there were books that we will never sell.  (Memory Lane reminded me of the tiny fingers that would poke through those caterpillar holes every time we read this one.)2017-01-05-18-55-11  Those treasures got reorganized into our big family book shelf.  It makes me happy to see them there (and just think, they were hidden in a playroom closet all this time).  But the books with no sentimental value were ready for me to carry into the living room, and flip through one by one, to make sure that pages were intact and she hadn’t marked in them or decorated them with stickers.  The ones that passed inspection were put into a stack to be entered later.  The ones that weren’t gently used but really  used were…you know.  (See previous paragraph.)

Finally, I made one more sweep through the playroom…closets, shelves, baskets, any place that consignable items might be hiding and pulled them out for inspection.  Some were saved for future grandkids, some made it through inspection to the DC pile (notice that awesome keyboard that we bought during the “let’s find out what you are good at” phase), and some things were tossed.

And now the playroom is ready for a new player…one with tools and saws and too many golf clubs and golf club bags (I don’t know why), and that is ok too.

 

 

 

 

divineconsign • January 6, 2017


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