Who's up for a garage sale?

We recently found out over the weekend that my ex maid was stealing from us. As my current maid, who is a month old was helping my mom flip my grandma's mattress over, she found FIVE PAIRS OF MY BEAUTIFUL EARRINGS bunched up into a little ball and tucked away in a wee corner under the bed planks. After she handed it over to my mom (she was equally shocked as we were), my mother and I did a quick search of the house and found out more stuff that was missing -- including my mom's jewelery. I suppose that woman couldn't grab the earrings in time because my mom told her to go pack her stuff like, right when she was going to send her back. This is the problem with being too trusting of strangers in our house and not locking all our doors when we go out -- and not checking her bags before leaving the house cause we didn't want to offend her. We should have guessed she was capable of something like this with that attitude she had. If she still has itchy hands in her new employers place I hope she gets caught and sent home.

And along with that I also realized I must have a lot of crap in my room because I noticed two pairs of earrings were missing (which i thought i lost because i am careless that way) and had NO IDEA that three more were gone. I can't even remember what I have and what i don't have anymore! As I was looking through my other stuff to determine if anything else was missing, besides the obvious clothes and accessories with i use regularly, I honestly can't remember what else are in my cupboards!

I am hoarder, admittedly. After 4 years, I finally threw out my university sketches and notes only a few months back. I threw out 6 pairs of shoes which i had bundled up with intentions of fixing, but never got to it. I threw out piles and piles of miscellaneous construction paper, glitter, dried up markers, dried up paint and pens from my card making random drawing days. I packed and gave away bags n bags of clothes from the yesteryears, some of which I had used only a couple of times, some of which was from when i was 10 pounds lighter and was hoping to loose weight and get back into but considering that my will power is the size of a peanut i should stop kidding myself.

I still have a whole bunch of clothes, accessories, photos, books and god knows what else is collecting dust in the save heaven which is my room to look through among the things i decided I couldn't throw or give away. It just feels like such a waste you know. Too bad the concept of yard sales never picked up here.

Anybody want to buy my clothes? Especially lots of clubbing outfits which annu has gotten too fat for.