You want it? We had it. Clothes, media, furniture, decor, bikes, and the list goes on. Gadgets and gizmos. Widgets and doodads. Everything but the kitchen sink. I told you not too long ago how we love a yard sale, so why not hold one of our own? Here’s the full scoop on that big day.
We had a bit of a slump around 10 (the families gathering for breakfast), and again at noon (late-night party goers gathering for breakfast), but the last part of the day was smooth and steady, with a decent flow of those who spotted our online ads, and those who were enticed by the oh-so-pink signage.
Some of my favorite yard-sale junkies of the day came in tiny, furry packages. They don’t buy much, let alone have a dollar to their name. But they sure are curious – and stinkin’ cute to boot:
Now let me tell ya’, you really start to find your inner salesman around closing time, offering deals too good to pass up and persuading those who are a just a little undecided to see your side. And at three o’clock, we called it a day. Our little booth started with five over-flowing boxes of riches, plus miscellaneous furniture goods, small racks, and college-day storage bins. In the end, we were able to fit everything that didn’t budge into two smaller boxes. Ah, sweet relief.
Of course, what’s a multi-unit yard sale without rummaging through your neighbors’ goods as well? We scored a nifty little power sander for $5 (I see many, many projects in our future), and I tearfully found a Mario Lemieux figurine in a neighbor’s box of collectibles. I think he was so shocked at my utter excitement, that he gave me the little guy for nada. Zip. Zilch. Those who know me understand this – those who don’t will learn soon enough. And just for the heck of it, and to jab a little joke into my Detroit Red Wings lovin’ pals: my beloved Pittsburgh Penguins are the 2009 Stanley Cup champs! And the ‘Wings are not. Simply put.
To sum it up, it was a pretty rockin’ day. The weather did warm up after lunch – maybe not a lot, but enough – and when the sun hit our slice of tree lawn, we knew it was time to crack open the frosty beverages. We made a chunk of change that we will happily spend this Fall, trimmed down the fat in our home, and relaxed with our friends and neighbors for a whole day. There’s whisperings of a building-wide sale next summer. But Scott and I made another promise to ourself at the end of that Saturday: we will not accumulate that much junk again in a year. Give us another two, maybe three years, and then let’s talk.