I’ve succumbed to my once a decade tag sale. The lure of some cash from stuff that I’ve been collecting is calling to me. To my hubby’s chagrin I’ve been pulled stuff from closets and the basement, items long since forgotten since I put them there.
As we sneeze our way through the layers of dust, I can see wall and floor space that has slowly lost the battle of my “well I’ll save this, I might need it later syndrome” so boxes of old vases, a couple of coffee mugs from some old sets, Christmas decorations I haven’t used in twenty years are all lumped into the garage in the week leading up to the big event. I decide to make it even bigger. Who can’t resist the lure of a multifamily event? I call my sister-in-law to see if she has some stuff. She and my brother made many trips with both vehicles full.
As Saturday approached I prayed it wouldn’t rain. I couldn’t live with the boxes and stuff dominating my garage. Hubby said he’d do a couple of pop-up tents for us and we bought snacks and drinks as the weatherman called for a hot sunny day. I knew it was going to be exhausting, but by this point, by Friday afternoon, we were all in.
My alarm went off at 5:45. Who did this deliberately on a holiday weekend? I squinted at the alarm clock as I pushed the button to silence the incessant noise and rolled out of bed, reminding myself tomorrow we were staring a week’s say-cation. Dee, my sister-in-law was bringing iced coffee and tea for us. I ate a bowl of cold cereal standing in the kitchen and asked myself one last time, why did I want to do this? Oh right, to clean out and get some cash. A donation to the local church was going to be later in the day as this stuff was NOT going back in my house. It was a one way trip- well maybe a few things could come back but the majority was history.
The day was filled with people milling about the yard, picking things up, looking them over and haggling. We turned a decent pile of stuff into some nice cash. Heck I even offered to buy hubby dinner as payment for his hard work.
Now that the tag sale is officially closed I hope I remember how exhausted we all were at the end of the day and drop stuff into the donation bins as opposed to letting them pile up and lure me into the abyss of setting up another tag sale, in another ten years.
Until next time,
I wish you happiness.