Garage Sales Rock
I love garage sales. I love to go to them. I love to have them.
On Saturday, we're having one at our house, five hours of merry, moneymaking entertainment.
"SELL IT!" has become my wife's battle cry this week. She points to something on a shelf. SELL IT! She trips over a toy in the living room. SELL IT! One of kids squawks about having to go to bed. SELL IT!
Yes, the spirit of capitalism will play out at our home Saturday. I'll sit there with my big cup of coffee and play salesman.
I'll make fun of those early birds who'll be sitting out there in their idling cars on the street at 4 a.m. The last time we had a garage sale, two early birds ducked under the rising garage door before it had opened 4 feet. They scurried around, quickly grabbed things and then tucked them under their arms. When they were satisfied that everything questionably valuable was off the tables, they put just about everything back following a closer inspection.
This kind of silliness just adds to the garage-sale fun.
All the good stuff will go first, and then the action will die down by mid-morning and come to a trickle by noon, the shank of the sale, so to speak.
In part, this is a moving sale. We're moving to Pinewood and want to minimize the backbreaking toils of Moving Day. But it's also time to get rid of a lot of stuff, particularly old clothes, baby stuff galore and all kinds of things - like a wide variety of knickknacks, whodunits and do-hickeys - that I never knew we had because my wife had shoved them in a drawer or dark closet corner. There'll be no-longer-used toys, books (lots of cookbooks), kitchen things and so forth.
The objective isn't so much to make a buck but to purge ourselves of the burdensome, cluttersome and unnecessary.
Out with the old. In with the new.
SELL IT!
On Saturday, we're having one at our house, five hours of merry, moneymaking entertainment.
"SELL IT!" has become my wife's battle cry this week. She points to something on a shelf. SELL IT! She trips over a toy in the living room. SELL IT! One of kids squawks about having to go to bed. SELL IT!
Yes, the spirit of capitalism will play out at our home Saturday. I'll sit there with my big cup of coffee and play salesman.
I'll make fun of those early birds who'll be sitting out there in their idling cars on the street at 4 a.m. The last time we had a garage sale, two early birds ducked under the rising garage door before it had opened 4 feet. They scurried around, quickly grabbed things and then tucked them under their arms. When they were satisfied that everything questionably valuable was off the tables, they put just about everything back following a closer inspection.
This kind of silliness just adds to the garage-sale fun.
All the good stuff will go first, and then the action will die down by mid-morning and come to a trickle by noon, the shank of the sale, so to speak.
In part, this is a moving sale. We're moving to Pinewood and want to minimize the backbreaking toils of Moving Day. But it's also time to get rid of a lot of stuff, particularly old clothes, baby stuff galore and all kinds of things - like a wide variety of knickknacks, whodunits and do-hickeys - that I never knew we had because my wife had shoved them in a drawer or dark closet corner. There'll be no-longer-used toys, books (lots of cookbooks), kitchen things and so forth.
The objective isn't so much to make a buck but to purge ourselves of the burdensome, cluttersome and unnecessary.
Out with the old. In with the new.
SELL IT!
posted by Brian Pearson at 5:31 PM
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