I suppose that it would make sense to talk about stuff in my blog, considering the title. :D But today I'm going to talk about specific stuff - garage sale stuff.
Back last month, I wrote an entry about how excited I was that garage sale season was starting - but that was the other side of the story. Yesterday, I was part of one.
My mom and dad in-law host a sale every two years or so, mainly because Rose (my mom in-law) just wants stuff OUT of her house. I can relate. Even though I really like "stuff" (for proof of this, you can check out my other blog, Ephemeraology), I get a little crazy when I have too much of it. And because collections evolve and change, I want the old stuff gone. Example: about 12 years ago or so, I had a teapot collection (WHY?). Now, with the exception of a scant few, I don't know what I was thinking. Out they go.
Around here, you can't really have a successful g-sale if you don't have kids' clothes. Thank god for my sister and bro in-law - Brian's niece Sydney and nephew Josh are 7 and 8, and there were TONS of their clothes there yesterday. That really drew people in! Kristin, my sis in-law, had them so reasonably priced that people were buying them in PILES. My dad in-law Dave also had a lot of "man" items - fishing poles, an ice auger, a table saw, etc. and a lot of men stopped by.
Brian and I combed our house for items that we could sell. Besides the trinkets I no longer wanted, I found old diswashing detergent and a huge refill of liquid soap, priced them at a buck apiece, and they sold. I had old magazines, priced them at 10 cents each, and sold about 40 of them yesterday (but that was only half of the pile - yes, it's an "issue" I have). Old Mah Johnng tiles, framed pictures, my 25 year-old vacuum (that still runs like a champ), hotel samples that I had bagged up - all of these things of ours sold yesterday.
This just goes to show you - you can never rule anything out! There was a small can of deck stain that sold yesterday, which no one thought would. Who knew?
"Stuff" has been talked about for the last 50 years, ever since we've had the disposable income to have it (if you're like me, you're thinking of the timeless George Carlin bit right now). I mean really - why do we have so much stuff? What purpose does it serve? But we love our stuff, don't we?
God help me if we ever have to start storing our stuff in a rented garage - I won't admit to having a problem until that happens. :D