I got an urge to clean out a small walk in closet. My bedroom looks like something off of Hoarders. Geez, why do I need so many bags? (I think I must have bought a Laural Burch bag at every Houston Quilt Show I went to (not the small ones either)). Lots of shoes and purses for Goodwill. Two bags of trash and one bag for shredding. I found all of my sons' report cards from High school and some of his grades from Clemson (I am going to save these for him). This does not include the walk in closet full of luggage (I have a container fetish, what can I say). It is next.