"What do you think? How hard is it to do a garage sale?" my lovely friend, Jessica, asked me one day. My reply: "Oh, it's not that big of a deal! Just slap a price on some stuff and away you go," I nonchalantly replied. HA! Famous last words.
So started what turned out to be an incredible (and I use this word not necessarily in a good way) process to "hosting" the neighborhood garage sale. We alerted all our friends as to what we were up to and asked if they wanted in on the selling. We had some serious takers (as well as many of our family members jumping in) and produced an amazing garage sale! Jess and I spent most of our week gathering the old for selling. We borrowed every table we could get our hands on and started setting up in my garage Friday morning. I worked all day, and it turned into all night! That's right...at 4:00 am, I attempted to make the popcorn balls for my darling, daughter to sell (she wanted in on the capitalism) only to find we were out of popcorn. So, I just kept lugging more stuff out of the basement. At 6:00 am, we started arranging all our wares and, boy, was it impressive! Imagine, our huge driveway (and heli-pad!) full to the brim with goods for sale. Our first early-bird customer showed up at 6:30 (didn't buy anything, lame!) and we were off. I don't think Jessica and I looked up again from doing transactions until noon! It was nuts! But, actually, pretty fun. By early afternoon, the stream of people slowed and we had a dilemma. There was SO much left for sale, I couldn't bear to start loading it into trucks to take to D.I. So, I looked at all my friends and, in a moment of insanity, said, "How about again next week?" And we did. Two weeks of garage sale! I don't want to do it again anytime soon, but, hey, we made some pretty serious cash, if you ask me. And my closets have never been cleaner! So, Jess, how about same time/same place next year? (Hee, hee...)
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