Joe and I had our annual yard sale yesterday. We actually don't intend to have an annual sale, but it kind of turns out that way every year. With each new purging, more crap begins to build up for the next year! In fact, a few hours after concluding our sale, my friend Bethel and I went to Gidget's Antique Mall to see what they were trying to give away (they're going out of business). Luckily, there wasn't all that much to pick from, but I did find a precious little toddler bed frame for $30!! (You knew I couldn't leave a 75% off sale without picking up something - hence the need for an annual sale)
Anyway, Jacks was a wonderful yard sale helper. He ran toward each new guest at top speed and greeted them with a loud, "Hey!" Most everyone was very nice, and we actually sold a few things. The yard sale regulars get a little annoying, complaining about your inventory as if you stock items for the pleasure of the general public. However, their complaints actually come off as veiled criticism of your rat packing habits. I often wonder what their houses look like. I mean, yard sale regulars make the rounds every week. Can you imagine the crap they have stowed away?
Jacks did a good job of retrieving items that really needed to go, and he ensured that they stayed in our house. He saved an oversized 'teacher' brooch (attention parents - please never give your child's teacher one of these as a gift), a natural stone necklace from 1992 (most likely from the Limited), and a handful of pieces from an old game of Risk. Hoo-freakin'-ray, I'm so glad we still have those things in our possession!
A good time was had by all, and now we have some pocket cash for our trip. Good stuff!
Anyway, Jacks was a wonderful yard sale helper. He ran toward each new guest at top speed and greeted them with a loud, "Hey!" Most everyone was very nice, and we actually sold a few things. The yard sale regulars get a little annoying, complaining about your inventory as if you stock items for the pleasure of the general public. However, their complaints actually come off as veiled criticism of your rat packing habits. I often wonder what their houses look like. I mean, yard sale regulars make the rounds every week. Can you imagine the crap they have stowed away?
Jacks did a good job of retrieving items that really needed to go, and he ensured that they stayed in our house. He saved an oversized 'teacher' brooch (attention parents - please never give your child's teacher one of these as a gift), a natural stone necklace from 1992 (most likely from the Limited), and a handful of pieces from an old game of Risk. Hoo-freakin'-ray, I'm so glad we still have those things in our possession!
A good time was had by all, and now we have some pocket cash for our trip. Good stuff!
1 comment:
I used to love it when my mom had a yard sale! It was always so much fun. I hope ya'll have an awesome trip!
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