Garage Sale Reflections

Things I learned from my first garage sale:

1.  Even if you swear you will not negotiate prices, YOU WILL.  People who frequent garage sales are almost insulted if you don't play the negotiation game.  Oh, joy!

 

 2.  People don't really show up at 6:30.  In fact, if you start  that early, you might be sitting around for thirty minutes or so in the dark...taking pictures for entertainment...while listening to Duran, Duran on the radio.

3.  Little helpers are always welcome.  Too bad mine left early to spend the day with his Memaw and Poppie at the Air Force base in Fort Worth...I could have used a little chatter, which Liam is always good for, to pass the time.

4.  At the end of the sale, it's really not so much about making money, it's about getting rid of stuff.  The baby/toddler boy clothes were not a hit.  A couple who claimed there were headed to Mexico to help orphans in a village just outside of Mexico City were the last ones to stop yesterday.  I was ready to be done, so I dumped what was left of the clothes (which was most of them) into garbage bags and donated them to the cause.  Who knows if they really are going to aid Mexican orphans, but they seemed pretty legit, so I'm happy with that decision.  And I got rid of all my extra stuff.  And who lies about stuff like that anyway?  So, by eleven, all our stuff was cleared.  Our era of down-sizing has begun!