With a little (um, a lotta) help from the grandchild, I am decluttering.
First item to disappear was my old Schwinn bicycle. Well, it hasn’t actually disappeared, but it has been promised to Vicky who is in Europe at the moment, using a borrowed bike that’s even less streamlined and up-to-date than the Schwinn. I sent her a photo of the Schwinn, which she showed to her son. He heartily approved of it — oldie but goodie, he said — so she is eager to take it away when she gets home:
A nice thing about Vicky taking the bike is that she will also take the basket, helmet, bike pack, and tire pump. Boy, does getting rid of — um, giving away — those items get rid of a lot of clutter.
Then I am also starting to reduce my stash of art equipment. I sold some hand-dyed silk to Kim the other day (didn’t make a dent in the pile), and I also sold my honking large-format printer. Sam helped me get it in good running order (I can’t give away or sell things that don’t work — that seems like bad karma), and he put it up on Craigslist. In return, he got to keep the proceeds from the sale. Win-win, all around.
The printer was an Epson 7600 and printed 24″ wide and very very long — the longest I think I ever did was about 60″. It was a good sturdy piece of equipment, but I hadn’t used it in a year (hence the need for serious maintenance) and there are now good online services that print custom fabric if I need some. The truth is that I will probably paint anything I think I want to make fabric art with, and beyond that, painting on masonite and canvas is all that I seem to be managing these days. So the printer went away, freeing up a large space and taking away a large guilt. I don’t like having equipment that I don’t use — it feels like more bad karma.
I was especially pleased that the ancient Pentium IV computer and Dell monitor, which I used only with the printer, also went away, to the same home. The guy who bought the printer brought his 14-ish-year-old son with him, and when I offered the computer and monitor to him for free, the father asked the kid if he wanted it. The 14-year-old, very shy, nodded yes, and I am having fun imagining that he is finally going to get his own computer.
That was the best feeling good deed I have done in a long time. Oh, and they also took away the bright covers. Actually, the covers are roughly quilted, with a much more subdued and manly pattern on the back, so they weren’t too embarrassed when they left. The printer looked tiny in the buyer’s oversized Dodge truck. I guess size, as in “honkin’ big printer” is relative. –June