I thought I had a head start on it when my friend Brenda and I decided to have one last weekend. I had been cleaning out closets and already had some stuff boxed up. Even though it was last minute I was sure I could get a few more things ready. I cleaned out my pantry where I boxed up several baking pans, small appliances and other cooking items that I no longer used. I also did a second go through of my purse closet and managed to weed out several more purses and bags. Once everything was boxed and bagged, it was loaded in my car, barely leaving room for me.
Brenda had just found out mid-week that her subdivision was having a neighborhood yard sale. We had jumped on it thinking it was a great idea. That was our first mistake. A yard sale is never a good idea. What it is is a lot of work! You wear yourself to a frazzle cleaning out and packing boxes. Next you break your back packing and unpacking the car getting to the location. Then you carry tables and set them up, unpacking all the boxes you previously packed to attrack customers, setting prices as you unpack. Hopefully, by the time you are ready to fall on your face you are all ready to open for business.
For most people this may not have been such a dumb idea, but for us, it was pretty dumb. I had just spent a week down in my back and Brenda is still recovering from knee surgery on one leg and is now having pain and problems with the other knee. Needless to say, neither one of us had any business trying to have this yard sale. I plead temporary insanity! And did I mention, it was the hottest 2 days of the year so far?
Bright and early Friday morning we were set up and ready for business. We were so into this that we even grilled hot dogs to sell along with chips and bottled water. We were prepared! All we needed were customers. While waiting, we looked up and down the street expecting to see yard sales everywhere. Did we get a shock! There were none to be seen. We were the only one on that street. Eventually, customers did start to trickle in and we found out that we were not the only yard sale. Unfortunately, the rest were all on the next street over and not close enough to draw the crowd to us.
Saturday turned out to be our busier day and all in all we did pretty well as far as sales. By early Saturday afternoon we were both wiped out and closed up. That brought more packing and putting tables up. We were both on our last leg by the time we finished.
Every time I survive another yard sale I vow, "never again...it's not worth it". And this one was no exception. Brenda and I both uttered those famous last words with every ounce of energy we could muster. But, if you need any
junk treasures, my next one will be at sister Jane's the first weekend in July.
Until next time...that's my view.