What to keep, what to get rid of, what to store.
These are things that I have been dealing with for 20 plus years, on professional as well as personal levels.
It is true that Cindy and I are professional buyers, in a manner of speaking. We amass hundreds and thousands of things in order to create sets for film and television. But keep in mind, we are also professional purgers.
Long gone are the days when everything went back to the studio prop houses with little if any discretion.
And yes, we have an access to "stuff" that is well beyond the norm. And we have certainly taken advantages of some of the perks of our job.
But we have also done more than our fair share of moving.
Venice, to Montreal and then to wander, to Oregon, to LA, to Culver City, to the Baldwin Hills, to Atlanta and to wander again
We've moved in and out of more storage facilities than most people have moved period.
You Get What you Pay For
To save some money, we have stored our stuff in the same facility that holds stuff for movies. And while that might sound totally natural, it has some issues.
I found out that the building isn't completely waterproof.
Mildew on our leather club chairs, hmmm...
Or rat free. hmmm...
I came across some droppings, which I thought might be old until a little rascal popped his head up and said hello.
He was a cute lil' fellow with great big ears and quite inquisitive until he realized I wasn't leaving anytime soon.
I ended up spending over 12 hours at this joint on Saturday and around 8 hours on Sunday and I still have to return on Monday to deal with the "free" stuff.
Welcome to my world
Tools of my Trade
There was a time when I was seriously considering becoming a drapery person.
It was the highest paid job on a set dressing crew and there were not enough drapery people to go around.
For a variety of reasons, I never pursued it much beyond buying an industrial sewing machine that I only used on a few occassions.
Now its just taking up space. Space that is at a premium. So we need to part ways. I will probably put it on Craigslist or just take it back to the shop where I got it in the first place, but I'd rather it go to a friend, because I know I'm not going to get anywhere near the money I paid for it.
Make an offer. Maybe a barter, Maybe...
I have a bunch of race T-shirts that I have wanted to make into a "memory" quilt. Maybe we can work something out.
A school or a some sort of non-profit where I could take a tax write-off
Of course cold cash works as well.
While we're on the subject.
This stuff has been sitting in storage waiting for me to take a lead job, an option I don't relish. So rather than collecting dust...
Things like the circular saw and jigsaw, I might be more hesitant to part with, however the palm sander and grinder and huge box of 6" drywall screws.
I shot this video with the GoPro more for Cindy than anything else. It shows how long it takes just to get into our storage in its current state.
Finding what you're looking for after that is a entirely different story.
Dealing with Stuff
I have been obsessing on getting rid of stuff the "right" way for a while. I have been aware of my role in getting stuff for movies and then getting rid of stuff for a long time.
When I started home schooling Skye, it wasn't too long before we ran across the "Story of Stuff"
My liberal guilt with a healthy dose of hypocrisy has been in full swing and kicking my butt ever since.
Lots of Industrial Shelving
Queen Sleeper Sofa
I finally convinced Cindy to let liberate the aforementioned pieces.
I still have many more boxes to go through and organize.
Over the last few days, I have pulled out literally tons of stuff and put it back.
I've made a couple more sets of shelves and I have gotten things much more organized
And still there is barely enough room to close the doors.
But at least I have a better idea of what we're paying all this money to store.
Tomorrow, Monday will see me renting a truck so I can give stuff away and more likely than not the shelves will end up going for scrap metal, which is a shame because they are good sturdy shelves.
But I have moved them more times than my back and hands care to remember.
It is time for us to depart ways.