It started out as a cold, frosty morning and business was slow. Then the sun popped out around 10:30am and so did the people. We sold a ton of little random things and a bunch of clothes that I had intended just to stick in a Goodwill box.
My younger daughter also had a space ball for sale. We were sick of demonstrating it. It's a large plastic ball that expands out about 4 feet in diameter. We locked it open to attract buyers and spent most of the day showing people how it worked. Finally, some tough looking guy comes storming up the street. I looked at him and if I didn't know better I'd have said he was going to beat us up. I would have gone inside the house if I wasn't having a garage sale. I certainly would have crossed the street if I had seen him on a city sidewalk. He stalked up to that space ball and gets all giggly and silly and is just determined to have it. So my daughter agreed to drop the price. He rushed back home and was back in less than 5 minutes with the money. He was so tickled to have it. He told us he discovered he was going to be a father and was collecting toys. We were just glad we could stop demonstrating it and that he didn't beat us up.
By the end of the day there were a few things I was kinda of stressed about selling: a tall corner shelf, a cheapy file cabinet, an old dog house that looked like a stump, a bean bag chair and some chairs. They are the kinds of things you don't know what to do with if you can't sell them: they are either bulky and cumbersome, or like the bean bag chair, thrift stores won't take them because they are child safety hazards
It was 20 minutes to six and I was just telling my husband I was going to drop the shelf by twenty bucks the following day just to sell it and one of our neighbors walks down the street and just has to have it.... for the price I had on it!
Then another woman drives up and wants this big bulky dog house and the bean bag chair and guy shows up and wants the file cabinet. My husband went to get the signs and while I was packing up another woman drives up and wants the chairs. Wow! So when my husband got back, we took a look around and decided there was no longer enough left to warrant another day of garage sale.
So here I am, inside, writing to you... and it's cold and windy outside and will probably rain too.
We will still be sitting on our old patio furniture, though. I wasn't able to sell it. Oddly enough, I'm okay with it. I kind of got a new look at it through other people's eyes and realized I still like it. Besides, any new patio furniture I buy, I buy for the cats and their grimy paws too.
So I'm pretty pleased with myself and my garage sale Karma. I'm thinking I won't be having another garage sale anytime soon, I don't think I could tempt the garage sale gods into that kind of fortune again.