Random yard sale experiences

The time had finally come: we could no longer justify taking up all the space in Snhq. Things had to go. We planned; we plotted. If you put up signs on a beautiful Saturday morning, they will come. And come they did.

It started out a little cool. We didn't really have a ton of stuff to sell. (See pictures below.)

Before pictures




Plus, a lot of people were looking for things we didn't have at all. One guy asked me where all the hunting stuff was; we never said we had hunting stuff. But apparently our prices were right. By the end of the sale, the only big thing left was the kitchen table and two of its chairs. Some had wanted two chairs, but not all four, and definitely not the table. Strange how people are about their yard sale purchases.

Game Boy, Beatles Lover, and K-man took over the reigns when Mr. Perfect and I had to get to musical rehearsal (we're currently in Taylorsville City's production of Oklahoma [directed by Crazy Writer Chick].) The kids all took to the sale's floor room like they were born to it, though I suppose there was the added incentive that they could keep 1/2 of each sale they made while we were gone helped. They even sold things for the neighbors.

A very satisfied Bealtes Lover