I grew up having a garage sale once every summer it seems, and definitely was a frequent rummage-sale-er. But this was only the second one I’ve had on my own since growing up and getting married and having kids and all. The first one we had soon after Noah was born in which 90% of the items were unwanted wedding and baby shower gifts.
10 years later and I decided to have another one this summer. Only I finally got my act together and had it today. The weather was amazing, so much better than if I had it in July.
I am probably not the best type of person to run their own garage sale. I am more likely to Freecycle my unwanted belongings now, and taking other people’s money for things I can’t wait to get rid of seems kind of odd and makes me anxious.
I price things crazy cheap. Like, twenty-five cents for most everything. I just want to be that cool yard sale you go to and get a great deal. I think, what would I want to pay for this? And so yeah, I am probably not meant to ever run my own store.
It’s awkward enough what with strangers looking through boxes of my (unwanted) stuff, asking about an old vacuum cleaner and they ask what’ll I take? Three? And I get all embarrassed and shrug and stammer, eh, well, actually just take it, you can have it, it’s free.
I almost did that with every single sale today. I am glad I did not. I only did it with the vacuum cleaner. I promise.
And I also feel the compulsive need to tell everyone that I have two potato mashers/strollers/ugly silver Ikea chairs and didn’t need duplicates so that’s why I’m selling them. Not because I think those items are dumb and think you’re a crazy weirdo for buying them used with real cash money.
Another 10 years and I might be ready to do this again.