Embarrassing to admit, but I've never garage saled. LOVE the thrift stores and consignment places, fear someone's driveway. So, as I hosted my first EVER garage sale yesterday I contemplated the why of this.
One, the idea of driving around endlessly looking for an item, not my idea of fun. Odds that the three thrift stores within a mile of each other having what I want is almost 100% chance. The cost of gas these days is just not worth the adventure.
Two, haggling. My none confrontational personality did NOT like negotiating with people over price. I priced everything fairly, no more or even less than thrift store prices.
Three, lying. I REALLY don't think you just came to this country if you drive up in your Cadillac and speak perfect English. If you want everything for $5, just tell me.
But, despite the things I don't like...there were some great moment too.
Trent was my helper most of the morning. He acted as garage sale greeter and entertainment. Toddling out to the end of the driveway to say 'hi' to anyone who pulled up. Then, following them around babbling like a little salesman. It was awesome.
Rich went off to play tennis and took Nora with him. They returned an hour later with Andrew. The two amigos played in the sprinkler or slip and slide for the next three hours.
And for all this effort we did make over $200, much more than the pessimistic husband expected. HA!
Now for us to enjoy the rest of the weekend.
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