Deciding what furniture to bring to Florida was a real challenge and I realized that many of the things that fit into my Connecticut home weren’t going to fit into my Florida home. I halfheartedly placed items for sale, but really had no bites. I wasn’t too concerned about things not selling because, truth be told, I was so darn conflicted about parting with them anyway. “What the heck?…..I’ll just take the stuff with me!” became my mantra.
(obviously, I have OD'd on HGTV's Flea Market Flip). The “how” of that idea didn’t really come into the picture – it just sounded like a great solution (or more appropriately – a great pacifier for my emotions). But then I did more measuring and realized that it still wouldn’t fit. “Well, I will figure out something and just keep it in the garage until I do”. The fact that I couldn’t even budge it, never mind move it once it was placed in the Florida garage was only a minor detail. And then reality hit. It just wasn’t going to fit and it was silly to pay movers to bring it all the way down to Florida to become an immovable garage fixture with “stuff” in it. Plus, if truth be told, I loved it more than anything simply because Mom loved it and every time I looked at it, I saw Mom's smiling face.