Or, in my case, where boxes have taken over (a couple have spilled) labeled "Garage Sale".
We moved into our house two years ago, and I truly believed that within 6 months of moving in, we would hold a garage sale. But, I soon realized that I had a lot of baby stuff that I was not going to need any longer. Well, I didn't want to have a garage sale every year, so I decided to wait a few months for my kids to grow out of things... then I waited a few months more... and a few months more. It has been two years now, and I feel like the job is just too big to handle, and I am too set in my ways to throw away perfectly good stuff.
So, now my garage is bearly walk-through...able.
Why don't I go to the Salvation Army or Goodwill, you might ask? That is a very good question. My only lame excuse is that I still have that picturesque image of sitting in my chair, chatting with a friend, drinking lemonade, gleefully watching people pay money for my junk. Am I greedy? No. I'm just an idiot who can't let go of the idea. It comforts me in some way. It makes me feel connected to my neighbors to see them walking away with something that I once treasured. Sigh... I know. I need to get over it.
Anyone want a diaper genie? Put it in your living room. They make great conversation pieces.