I've been storing 2 boxes of beanie babies in our garage for two years now. Before that, I stored them in a closet. And before that I stored them in another closet across town. My husband's been interested in parting with them since the moment he saw them. I've drug my feet for any number of reasons. Partially because I blew a stack of cash on them. Partially because they remind me of a single girl in the world happy period in my life. And partially because they're cute:
That's Chocolate the moose. And he lives somewhere else as of Sunday. And I'm okay with it. Because professional organizer Peter Walsh says, if he was sitting in a box for 7 years now I must not love him as much as I thought I did. And just because I blew a big stack of cash accumulating him and his 74 other friends doesn't mean I have to keep them til the end of time. Sometimes you blow money on stupid stuff. Accept it and move on. And drop the stupid stuff off at Goodwill so someone else can enjoy it.
I took pictures to commemorate them though. Here are the two boxes of beanie babies I blew a stack of cash on:
Here they are spread out just in case the boxes made it look like there weren't that many:
Look, I even had the ones from McDonald's:
Because you're not a real collector until you've driven around town trying to locate the Maple bear to complete your International Mini Bear Collection. I don't even think I thought they'd be worth anything either. I mean, I'm not a total idiot. And yet, I left them in the original packaging. So how diseased was my brain? And why do I still think they are so very, very cute? I guess because they are:
But it's okay for them to be cute somewhere else now. Because the New Year New Me doesn't need them to be happy.