At this very point in time, there isn't anything in our house that we don't either need or absolutely love - and even the things we love have been kept to a minimum, to the OMG! I cannot get rid of this, kind of level.
There is always, obviously, more that can be done, in that it is now in a state of maintenance, but the big bits, the 'mission' is done. I'm not entirely sure what I'm going to do with my weekends now. Here are a few photos.
Bryn isn't wholly impressed. He said, in absolute disgust, the other night, 'This room is too empty!' He was referring to the lounge room/dining room area where we've purged the room of four large pieces of furniture, and a long rubber runner we'd put down so Harlem wouldn't slip on the floor when he was recovering from surgery on his leg.
There is a big open space in the room. A great swath of floor is visible now, but it is refreshing and freeing, and spacious. The rest of us are happy with it and I now fear Bryn might have hoarder tendencies...
With so much big furniture gone, I've found there are not a lot of options for displaying
This means I'm less inclined to keep much in the way of nic-nacs. In fact, I can think of more I could be donating.
So, there you go, all done (the big part, the pre-maintenance phase). It has been an epic quest, but so worth it.