All your clutter problems can be solved with one simple rule: Chuck it into a thrift store.
Donate, sell on consignment, whatever you want, someone out there will happily take it off your hands.
All those collector plates you were sure were a good investment? Thrift store time!
|Somewhere out there is an elderly lady teleporting herself inside this picture.|
Who needs recycling when there's money to be made in fourpack cardboard?
|One man's treasure is what everyone else calls trash.|
Not to mention the cans themselves.
|But if it's organized, is it clutter?|
Thrift stores and flea markets are also the best place to drop off all your outdated music formats.
|That strange noise you just heard was the collective orgasm of thousands of hipsters.|
Stocking stuffers no one ever cared about also make great thrift store goods.
|Like that lumpy white thing.|
Remember that embarrassing candle selling phase in the 90s? Now you can unload all that stock in an instant!
|Now your shame is someone else's problem.|
Old appliances are also prime thrift store fodder. They don't make blenders like they used to, after all.
|I'm going to be disappointed if there isn't a radioactive element in these.|
Don't forget to let family in on the decluttering fun! Uncle Bob's western statue collection is just taking up room.
|Have to pry his Elvis collection out of his cold, dead hands.|
Grandma's costume jewelry collection is always welcome at thrift stores.
|"Grandma, where would you wear it? Stop fooling yourself, you haven't stepped outside since Halley's Comet returned."|
Uncle Bob's garage full of rusty crap is also a veritable goldmine!
|Wow! A rusty, chipped axe head without even a handle! Way better than going to Home Depot!|
Just be careful when opening some containers. Never know what Uncle Bob left behind.
|"Yes, Uncle Bob, we all heard the story about how you ninja kicked Hitler."|
Don't forget to raid Grandma's bathroom cabinets too. Especially the dark recesses she hasn't seen since 1968.
|This only brings back bad memories of Johnny Perkins and prom.|
Please, for the love of god, someone get Aunt Mabel out of the house so we can get rid of these things before they eat us in our sleep.
|It's unsettling the way she sings to them at night.|
Lastly, don't forget books you no longer need.
|I want to know what they'd consider storage space that I would never dream of.|