The Garage Sale Giveth, and It Taketh Away...
If you have read my blog for awhile, you'll remember my detailed analysis of garage sale types, as well as my hope to never hold a garage sale again.
Well, this year, I foolishly embraced the sale with open arms. Actually, my arms were not open. They were weighted down with boxes upon boxes of old clothing, overgrown kids toys, and a mishmash of really random crap. We had stuff coming out of every nook and cranny, and I knew the only way we'd lose it is to sell it or give it away. Because my policy is, anything that does not sell gets loaded in the car to immediately go to a charity, I look at it is as a major day of purging the clutter.
This year's sale, we consider a success. we made more than $300, although 1/3 of that is my mother-in-law's for some furniture she put in to sell. But, when I look at the work and exhaustion created for the sale, I just don't see the worth. I appreciate money, don't get me wrong. And, I am a hater of waste. This money will go towards my son's new "big kid" bedroom. We even sold the comforter right out from under his current bedroom set, with the promise of a way-cooler one in return. And, he is so very excited by it all that I know it was a good thing.
But, I am sooo very drained now. There is only so much haggling you can do over Rescue Heroes toys. There is only so many times you can watch people flip through your clothing and things and then walk away empty-handed. Don't they KNOW the time and energy it took for me to try on and purchase that clothing? My husband refuses to shop with me because I will put on at least 20 things before I decide upon one!
As I look back on the day, I realize that I feel pretty much the same way I did last year--that I just don't have that garage sale lovin' in my heart. My husband comes from serious garage sale genes. As for me, the thrill is not in the sale, but in the closing of the gates and the annual vow that I shall never, ever hold a garage sale again!
Well, this year, I foolishly embraced the sale with open arms. Actually, my arms were not open. They were weighted down with boxes upon boxes of old clothing, overgrown kids toys, and a mishmash of really random crap. We had stuff coming out of every nook and cranny, and I knew the only way we'd lose it is to sell it or give it away. Because my policy is, anything that does not sell gets loaded in the car to immediately go to a charity, I look at it is as a major day of purging the clutter.
This year's sale, we consider a success. we made more than $300, although 1/3 of that is my mother-in-law's for some furniture she put in to sell. But, when I look at the work and exhaustion created for the sale, I just don't see the worth. I appreciate money, don't get me wrong. And, I am a hater of waste. This money will go towards my son's new "big kid" bedroom. We even sold the comforter right out from under his current bedroom set, with the promise of a way-cooler one in return. And, he is so very excited by it all that I know it was a good thing.
But, I am sooo very drained now. There is only so much haggling you can do over Rescue Heroes toys. There is only so many times you can watch people flip through your clothing and things and then walk away empty-handed. Don't they KNOW the time and energy it took for me to try on and purchase that clothing? My husband refuses to shop with me because I will put on at least 20 things before I decide upon one!
As I look back on the day, I realize that I feel pretty much the same way I did last year--that I just don't have that garage sale lovin' in my heart. My husband comes from serious garage sale genes. As for me, the thrill is not in the sale, but in the closing of the gates and the annual vow that I shall never, ever hold a garage sale again!
posted by Crazy MomCat @ 2:09 PM
1 Comments:
LOL! love the post. I found you off the nablo list. Nice to meetcha.
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