Seven Days of Purging Makes One Weak

Wooohoooo!

The Great Garage Sale Adventure is
finally
a thing of the past.

 I’m here to report that it was a moderate success.

I had settled on this past Saturday because they say the first of the month is the best time to have a yard sale. Lucky us… our oppressive drought was predicted to last well through the weekend so we took the plunge.

We ransacked both attics and every other conceivable innie paradise and brought anything we even remotely considered selling out to the garage. 


Did I mention that daily temperatures reached 100 degrees all week? 
They did. 

Which make this a hot mess...

Sorry, that's the best picture I have. I forgot to factor in lens condensation from the sweat balls on the end of my nose.

And do you know what we discovered? Junk. Seriously, there were very few big ticket items.  To be honest, I would have tossed in the towel right then and there had I not been using it for a sweat rag.    

In addition, I raised a tenacious android for a daughter who wouldn’t let me quit. She got the bossy gene from her grandmother and an organizing clean-freak gene from her aunt.  The good news is that bossy organized androids get things done.  

And we did.

She put that schmancy college education to use and set up a spread sheet upon which to log our schtuff, which she called inventory. 

We went through every single piece of inventory. A few items snuck back up the attic stairs.

Others took a long overdue ride to the dumpster. 

Most of it was listed and assigned a price. Stuff too goofy to deserve a price was boxed together.  

Baggies were filled with small stuff. 

Other stuff was given both an individual price and a box bargain price.

While I listed, they piled like-priced items together in various corners of the garage. Then we they she made sure it was all clean and complete with necessary parts. Then we tagged it.

Then, we divided it again, 

this time with similar items for display.

On Friday afternoon, we set out all our tables.  That’s just about when it started to thunder.

That thunder rolled for most of the evening, and since we’re in the middle of a serious drought, I would have gladly taken the rain.  Unfortunately, it was just another false alarm. We never got a drop. All we got was a mutant strain of hair spray resistant Georgia humidity.

We got up at 4:00 to set out our inventory.

I had planned to get a better shot, but early birds arrived a full hour early. I have an opinion about that, but I'll have to save it for another yakabout.

And we sold...

And a whole lot more.

Someone made us an offer on that sideboard
 that I've tried and failed to fix all year. It doesn't  have doors and hardware, but off it went.

I think I'm glad...

Before the end, we were close to empty...

I had followed advice and had a plan for the leftovers. I'm glad that I did because the free loaders came by after it was over. I have an opinion about that too, but I'll save it for the same yakabout where I cover the early birds...

In the end, we made exactly $333.00.  

$37.00 of which went to advertising.

Considering the hours worked multiplied by four workers from beginning to end, I figure that we would have made more money by hiring ourselves out as onion pickers.


I'm still calling it a moderate success since we did get rid of all that inventory.  For those of you cheering me on in the hoarding rehabilitation, I'm proud to report that I didn't bring a single thing back in the house.

I brought several...
Baby steps, folks, baby steps.

*****

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