Coming from a large and complex family with many heirlooms + being a spoiled child = a house with a lot of neat things that aren't given the full appreciation they deserve.
I have a lot of stuff. I always have. The past few years I have had recurring dreams about being on vacation. When it's time to leave, I notice I've packed everything I own and don't have time (or luggage space) to pack it all and get it back home. Maybe this is the subconscious's way of telling me I need to lighten my load and simplify things.
My adoptive mother was from the 'throw away' generation. She loved throwing things away. "Just pitch it," was her most uttered phrase, while the media around me was instilling in me the virtue of recycling, re-using, and not being wasteful.
So I've reached adulthood, and I still have gobs of 'things.' Old toys, books, hundreds of mementos and heirlooms - you name it. I can't stand the thought of just 'pitching' things, especially when I know there is someone out there who would have the proper appreciation for these things. And especially when I see the awesome creations people come up with using old and/or random goods.
So here we are. It's just me, selling fascinating odds and ends from my past and relative present, and my spouse, who does the shipping.
I've been artsy in my past, so in the future I am considering branching out from selling vintage items to new things created by me.
The team consists of myself (mostly in charge of listings and photos), my spouse (in charge of packaging and shipping, as well as the team attorney), Winston (2 year old beagle, in charge of chaos), Harper (6 year old beagle, assistant in chaos), and Laila (3 year old corgi mix, chaos associate)