Garage Sale

A few weeks ago Blair and I cleaned out the garage for Blair's dad and we decided to combine a bunch of stuff from that with a bunch of our stuff that we don't need/want any more and have a garage sale. Sounded like a good idea when I suggested it. After many hours of cleaning, gluing, hefting, dragging, painting, and taping, we finally had our stuff ready and signs waiting to be placed around the neighborhood. The sale was just over a week ago on Friday and Saturday mornings. (Those are garage sale days around here.)

Surprisingly, traffic on Friday was much better than on Saturday and we sold a lot more on Friday than on Saturday. I really thought it would be opposite. Also, people wouldn't take the initiative to bargain with us! It's a garage sale, people! When I say $5, it really means I'll probably let it go for $3. Maybe $2 if you make me laugh. Or $1 if you buy something else, too. So don't roll your eyes, throw the object back on the table, and stomp off to your car. Make me an offer! I love to negotiate.

We also met lots of interesting people. There were super friendly morning people, grandmas who came to look while grandpa stayed in the running car, moms dragging kids out to hunt for new toys, groups of men with trailers looking for super cheap furniture to refurbish and re-sell, and the eccentric types who were decked out in gypsy clothing and had little room left in their cars after visiting several sales.

The whole experience was actually refreshing in some ways. I enjoyed visiting with such a wide array of people in such a short amount of time. Plus we got rid of a bunch of stuff that was just taking up space and we even made a decent amount of cash. I'd definitely do it again...in a few years. After I've forgotten just how much work it takes.