Christmas Dad "On Christmas morning Dad was stunned to get his beloved

Gwen and the 9 year honeymoon "The box holding her wedding dress had been the first thing you saw in the main closet of her office since she was married (nine years ago)"

Kate and the garage of doom "When she did the instant 'Two Hand-Head Hold' I could see the powerful control this stuff had over her"

Indiana Joyce and the Raiders of the lost shed "But we saved so much: Dozens of Mayan and Incan bowls, figurines and tools, some nearly 2,000 year old!"
 
 

    
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    Christmas Dad:

What started as "Let's just tidy up the garage a little" blossomed into a Yuletide Extravaganza for one lucky Dad! Along with the three boys, Mom and I declared the garage "Santa's Workshop! No admittance!!" We worked together to rearrange and organize things, toss out a few more things, put up some simple shelves with a great peg board and Voila! On Christmas morning Dad was stunned to get his beloved tool bench back way better than ever! It had long since been swallowed up by life before Clutterboy.
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Gwen and the 9 year honeymoon:
Gwen said, "Gee, Clutterboy, my girlfriend and I just cleaned my office six months ago, but now look at it!" After carefully analyzed her setup, we discovered that she was in need of some fundamental changes: For starters, the box holding her wedding dress had been the first thing you saw in the main closet of her office since she was married (nine years ago) ­ I told her that might have something to do with the crowded feel.
Six months later she still has her clutter under control ­ "Thanks Clutterboy!"
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Kate and the garage of doom:
Kate tugged open her garage door that first day, full of apologies and warnings about the impending clutter catastrophe. I instantly assured her we could do this; that I had seen worse. All lies. It was, in fact, the worst I had ever seen and even I felt overwhelmed at first. Full of reassuring confidence, however, we dove in and after an hour it was clear that Clutterboy had not yet met his match! As we sifted, organized, pitched, and classified, we eventually got it all straightened out. But it was a few days until her tool bench showed up.
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Indiana Joyce and the Raiders of the lost Shed:
The large storage shed was piled high with boxes full of the flotsam and jetsam of Joyce, a fascinating woman of 88 years, once an honored world traveler, now busy whoopin' Parkinson's Disease.
Ten years before, all the carefully packed cardboard boxes had been quickly piled in. The shed had a wooden floor placed directly on dirt. For ten years the buffet was open for busloads of a variety of vigilant and vile "beasties." If a box was on the floor, it was pretty much destroyed.
But we saved so much; a ton of antiquities, artifacts, collectibles and history came out of that shed. Where to start. Dozens of Mayan and Incan bowls, figurines and tools, some nearly 2,000 year old! (Hey, the guy at Stanford said so.) Chinese scrolls and miniatures. Important Mexican and Central American paintings. Carvings. Scupltures. Sterling silver cigarette cases. So much more.
And from the Pennsylvania side of her family: (and the other side of the shed) so much more stuff she also somehow inherited. A grand doll house, homemade with love in the 1880's, complete with all the fixins'. Boxes full of boxes of small collections of keepsakes and souvenirs. A dozen boxes of miniature toys and colorful figures, each no bigger than a coin. Aunt Ada's old family scrapbooks. (Aunt Ada was a well-established nurse during the FIRST World War.) Everything was labeled, boxed with string and untouched for fifty years. And it all would have been dinner. Clutterboy had fun on that job.
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