Yard sale….garage sale…tag sale….No mater what you call it…it’s a lot of work.
I have spent the last 4 months gathering stuff together for us to start selling in the early morning hours of Saturday, when I would much rather be …sleeping.
Some of the sale items I hadn’t used in years; some were gifts and well, they were never used.
Some people have suggested items that they think I should get rid of.
“Really, the boys won’t care that you kept their first pair of jammies….”
Perhaps not, but I do.
There are things that I will always keep. And well, frankly, I don’t think they would sell.
I still have Sam’s baby teeth. He doesn’t believe in the Tooth Fairy anymore, but he can be heard saying, “You know if you still want to leave a couple of bucks under my pillow, that would be cool Mom.”
I have some of my grandmother’s cookbooks. Well meaning individuals have said, “you should just toss those, nobody cooks like that anymore…no one uses butter.” I do.
At o’ dark thirty, I was setting things up.
Making neat piles, everything carefully folded…former merchandising rep…what can I say?
Our appointed garage sale bouncers held back the thundering hoards until we were set up.
Women balked at $2.00 for a Children’s Place polo shirt that was worn maybe 3 times.
Mothers asked for jeans in size 10 Slim and Husky 14….”Sorry, I only have size 12 Regular…this isn’t Kohl’s, I thought.
The man looking for +sizes was very pleased with the selection of men’s shirts and pants. He snapped up $40 worth.
There were those shoppers who thought we didn’t understand what they were saying to each other….
It was tempting to respond….”Yes, you might think that the gringos are asking too much for the jeans and T-shirts…but frankly I don’t think $2 bucks for a $14.00 pair of practically new pair of Levi’s is unreasonable…and you’ve got to be out of your mind if you think I’m going to accept .25 cents for a bottle Victoria Secret cologne. Perhaps I am naive on the ways of yard sales…but I did not expect to have someone barter with me.
I stood my ground…at one point Hubby commented…”You’re a hard woman, Mrs. Stuart.”
In between swarms of shoppers, we were entertained by the 92nd Airborne Hummingbird Division….there was one brightly colored pair that would peel off like X-wing fighters…and then jump to light speed. Before 9 am the feeders were empty and I had to make a fast batch of syrup. No chance of syrup sitting for days, fermenting and then having drunk hummingbirds for neighbors.
The boys returned with coffee and doughnuts – that was a nice treat…Three dozen doughnuts were a lot though. Hubby and I silently agreed that we’d start selling doughnuts if necessary, to increase business.
Extended family members must have sensed there were doughnuts and hot coffee at the homestead, as they stopped by to shop & sell some of their things. For awhile we were swapping our ‘treasures’ back and forth. My SIL got one of my sweaters, I got her ceramic pitcher and wash basin bowl…it will be perfect for that bed & breakfast I’ve always wanted to open…
Hubby attempted to point out that purpose of the yard sale to SELL things…but by then all the SIL’s were on a sugar doughnut frenzy.
Sets and sets of towels found new homes. Flannel sheet sets went home for, I was told, a dog who had just had puppies. I admit that the thought of puppy ‘piddles’on my old flannel sheets was a little distrubing…but she paid me $5 bucks for them…and they were hand me downs when I got them. Books, vases and an odd collection of nick knacks were bought and space was made for more.
Where do we acquire these things over the years?
The plastic containers went fast at 10 cents a piece.
When there was a lull in the shopping, I would re-arrange some of the merchandise and wouldn’t you know the next batch of shoppers would pick up the items and pay for their new-found treasures. Hubby was amazed at my curbside merchandising techniques.
A Marine just home from the Middle East cleaned our most of the big-ticket items…Bless him.
The college students from the near by UC snapped up the book cases.
Too bad we didn’t have more to sell.
As the sun was getting low, we boxed up our possessions, debating on what to do with them. Sam had a grand idea,,,,”Let’s have a garage sale next weekend!”