Wednesday, August 7, 2013

Garage Sale Blues

I hate garage sales. Yet I agreed to have one this coming weekend. I'm happy to be purging tons of stuff from my house (we've been collecting stuff since last summer) but I dislike the entire process.

I don't want to dicker. I do not want to 'make money' (why people think they make money from garage sales is beyond me - you're selling everything at a loss). I don't want to engage in inane chit-chat with strangers. Buy my stuff or don't, I don't care. Well, I do, but whatever doesn't sell is going to Good Will on Monday anyway.

I'm kind of shy and I do not flourish in these kinds of conditions.

Oddly enough, my husband is amazing at garage sales. We had one five years ago (at my parents) and even though my husband dreaded it, the first punter through the door, he was chatting and making sales.

Two days: I've got to get through two days.

TroubleMaker is dead excited - he is going to be running a lemonade stand. I'm oddly embarrassed by this (weird conditioning from my parents) but I am going to be his biggest champion (and likely thirstiest customer).

Maybe it will be okay... TroubleMaker has committed to selling many of his (old and unused) toys - he is hoping to raise half the funds to buy an all weather, all terrain Grave Digger monster truck. His excitement will fuel mine. I adore that kid and always manage to see things through his eyes and that gives me renewed excitement.

I'll see you on the other side. I'm going to Tweet about my garage sale adventures so feel free to follow along!


  1. Your son rocks! It's never to early to start thinking about money as something that is earned rather then given. Also, my husband wants to have a yard sale like, super bad and I keep trying to get out of it because I am not good with poeple like that. I dread having to make complicated change, and no one ever laughs and my jokes and auuugghhhh. Ahem. I am fine. You are doing well. Carry on. :)

    1. After the first mini-panic attack, I survived the day. I also learned my son is the best salesman I've ever met. He sold TONS of stuff - and wasn't all 'in your face'. He was completely charming and his lemonade stand did fabulously!

      I'd laugh at your jokes. Even if it was a nervous "oh my goodness, this woman is CRAY, CRAY..." :)



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