Unless one wants to keep one’s sanity, I would suggest not hosting a yard sale if you lived in one place for twenty years. Especially, if there are numerous yard sales going on in and around your area.
Tom was up at 4:30 this morning, with a flashlight, trying to set up all our treasures junk we were hoping to sell. He had already dragged everything out to the yard last night to make it easier today. The yard sale was set to start at 8:00 am. He had awoken me at 6:30. I wasn’t a happy yard sale hostess. I knew what was waiting for me outside. To begin with, having a yard sale is something I loathe. I am a ‘throw it out type’ of person and Tom’s theory is “What is one man’s junk, is another man’s treasure. Or something like that. I told him, “What is one man’s junk, is still JUNK!
I take my shower, grab a cup of coffee and head out to the yard for this-*groan* or was it more of a *growl*-yard sale. As soon as I got out there, to my horror and dismay, I noted that there was still so much more to set out. I got my butt in gear and in a frenzy starting emptying boxes that held all our treasure junk.
At 7:45 I told Tom that we were not going to be ready for this. We went into the house, took a break and regrouped.
Finally, before 8:30, we were as ready as we were going to be ready. We were a half and hour behind. Brian stood out front with a sign hoping to lure people in. But it didn’t matter because we didn’t get our first person until about 9:00. What didn’t help was we hadn’t even had time to price anything.
THIS WAS GOING TO FUN!
People came by in ‘dribs and drabs’. They bought mostly all our tools and tooling and toys. Tom and I were both exhausted so we decided to close it down. That was at 1:00. I called the Salvation Army and asked them what they took for donations. I was so happy to hear, “EVERYTHING”! As of now, Tom is packing up what didn’t get sold and getting it ready to donate.
Today’s yard sale was a bust! The profits from this yard sale lemonade stand, was probably enough to take us to North Carolina in our vehicle. But, with tongue in cheek, we are just that much closer to home.
NEW ENGLAND or BUST!
I still have some of the kitchen left to pack and our room…Gee! I don’t even want to think about what’s left to do.