In other words, I let my sister convince me to host a garage sale. Nightmare is somewhat of a euphemism. If you’ve ever held one, you know what I mean.
Aside from enjoying the lovely pictures of my garage – before the sale, I’d like to give you a private tour of what I was thinking along the way.
While I was going through my house room-by-room, cleaning it up for the home sale photos, I wondered:
- Where did all this junk come from?
- Why did I buy this in the first place?
When I searched through boxes and bags that have been sitting in my garage for who knows how long a year or more:
- Someone’s willing to pay for this?
As I loaded up another box with books (make that a small box or else no one will be able to lift it) and again when I lined them up on the bookshelf my husband cleared (but we aren’t selling because I still have as many books inside as out in the garage), two thoughts played over like a music loop in my head:
- Boy, I need to get a library card.
- I’m glad I have that Kindle app.
Why do we keep this stuff we don’t ever use? In fact, I have some more items that are antique dishes or crystal that I am going to move to the new house. My mother-in-law would kill me if I sold it at a yard sale.
Funny story: My mother-in-law gave me this lamp, bronze with a lion-shaped base, that was from the home of an older lady they knew. A few years later, I donated to the church garage sale and someone bought it for $5. Apparently, it was worth $200 or more and if they had given me the pair (Jeff’s cousin got the other one), we could have sold them for $500. Who knew?
Would you rather take it all to the junk yard or have a yard sale? How do you get rid of all that junk that piles up?
By the way, stop by today and help me unload some of this stuff. Garage sale – today!