We're having a garage sale this weekend.
If I don't sound very enthusiastic it's because I'm not.
*Commence speaking in whiny voice*...
It's a lot work.
It's hot outside.
It's always a toss-up whether you'll make any money or not.
*Speaking in whiny voice completed*
My problem is years ago I watched an episode of a domestic goddess' television show. (Back then I was a domestic goddess wanna-be, I had a subscription to the magazine, watched the show and even asked for THE cookbook for Christmas...and then never cooked the first thing out of it)
And on this particular episode, it was all about how to have a garage sale. Sorry, the domestic goddess called it a tag sale. That should have been my first clue.
- It was held inside her home, not in her garage.
- Beautiful, clean, pristine items for sale.
- Freshly pressed linens on the tables.
- Each and every item priced with a lovely tag.
- And cold beverages for all the customers.
This is how our garage sales usually work...
- Our sale is held in our messy garage, complete with spider webs and old bikes, with stuff spilling out of their boxes onto the driveway.
- 99% of our items for sale are drug out from our closets, found under our beds and pulled down from the rafters.That means they haven't seen the light of day in years, which also means they are covered in something, mostly dust. But that's not always the case.
- Borrowed tables that I wipe down with a wet sponge, if I remember.
- Price stickers on some of the items...and there's a pretty good chance the stickers were from the last sale we had.
- And as a bribe for helping me, a McDonald's run for the kiddos.
Guess I'll go start putting up tables...uh-oh...feeling a whine coming on...