The side of our house gets a nice batch of empty boxes each day, as I slowly sift through the stuff we've yet to unpack. Most of the boxes that remain underground are labeled "Art" or "Kids' Books," and I'm attempting to purge both collections as I bring them into the light of day.
Not an easy task, mind you, considering the years I've spent amassing each, but I'm coming to terms with the fact that I can't hang on to everything. So, yeah, if you're looking for a Boxcar Children book, I'm your man. Also if you have need of a bunch of presser feet, a large, laminated Ben Franklin, or an assortment of bulldog clips. Because we arty folks never know when something might come in useful, isn't that right?