Garage Sales

Yesterday, we had a garage sale. I know, I hate them too. Well, I like to go to them I just hate having them.

It wasn't bad as far as garage sales go.

Let's see- somebody wrote me a check and dated it Oct, 12, 2004. Yes, for real. It was a small check so I am not gonna stress over it. No less than 20 people tried to buy my cheap-o wicker patio set from Garden Ridge. I wouldn't sell it. I thought about it but then when everyone else wanted I sort-of wanted it too. Go figure, right?

We sold a piano for $20. We really didn't want to move it again. And that was actually great. A young guy and his wife bought it and he was so excited, it made me happy that he got it. And a nice older man bought Caroline's Radio Flyer Tricycle for his great-granddaughter (for almost as much as the piano, no less) That was the one and only thing I was having a hard time letting go of. I did love that tricycle. I guess that's pretty obvious, huh? Caroline is almost 11.

Angie you'll love this- I sold a whole box of Blue Ridge dishes for $25. The lady seemed to really want them and I don't think she was a dealer. I figured why not? Then I sort-of felt sick to my stomach about it.

Lot's of "Lets Make a Deal" which is generally something I do not do. It is just aggravating to me. And seriously, if you don't want something enough to pay $1 for it, then you don't want it. Plain and simple. Really. If you see something and then think I don't want it a whole $1 worth, maybe I want it a quarters worth, then you should just move on.