How often do you really look at your garage, I mean really look at it? Well, I don’t even think about our garage as a whole most of the time. It’s just a place to put the cars and store some “stuff”.
But when you have a garage sale, a garage suddenly becomes “center stage”. You move the vehicles out for a couple days. You tidy up the things around the edges and you sweep it out.
You set up tables and drag all the things you hope will sell out to put on the tables. And then, when the sale begins, you “live” at a table where the money box is for at least a day just reading, and talking, and of course collecting money.
Then the sale is over, and life needs to return to normal. But a few things linger as reminders:
… Mama’s 30-cup coffee pot (it has to be at least 40 years old) needed to be washed and put away. Its only sign of age is that it talks loudly while it perks. But it still makes great coffee, and Candy and I appreciated the “bottomless” pot of coffee on a chilly sale day.
And, of course, there are a few things that I just couldn’t send to charity, so they’re back in the house!
I put the Furby out and priced him at his original sale price, $30.00. Not one person even expressed an interest. I really ought to try to find out how to sell him on line, because I would really like to get rid of his ugly little self.
This plate and bowl didn’t sell, but I think they are so pretty, I just couldn’t give them away. I saw instructions on a blog a couple years ago for making a plate and a cup or bowl into a cake plate …
Buuuut, after buying the components to make a few of these, I got interested in other projects and the plates and bowls eventually just got stored. Gradually, I did use some of them and gave others away, but I still had three sets and a couple of extra plates. Some sold and some didn’t.
Bottom line. I’ve got some things like these that I have now re-stored. (And I’ve also found some other things that I should have put in the sale.) So, let’s be honest, there may be another garage sale in my future.
Oh-oh, I suddenly see where this might be going. I went to a garage sale once that was a little old lady with three or four round tables in her garage, each covered in a linen tablecloth. And on each table were a few knick-knacks carefully arranged. Me in fifteen years? Sigh. Maybe.