Exchanging Joy for Junk Fell asleep around at 2:30am after spending the entire day & night washing, drying, folding & sorting 10 years of clothing for yard sale. (Yes, I need therapy!) The improperly placed metal ladder used to gather an additional 7 huge bags of forgotten clothing & shoes from the attic randomly falls on my comatose body around 4:30am. Up at 4:30am, speaking with a slight stutter... Began sorting through the remaining bags, overpowering myself with intense negotiations about not washing and folding 114 loads of more clothing! First dude shows up at 6:00am & instantly buys up all the man toys. My hair was straight when I first stepped outside...after 5 minutes I looked like Id been dragged through a rain forest. The humidity was suffocating & I almost passed out a few times, or maybe it was the ladder injury...possibly a combination of both. From 6:00am on, it was almost non stop, resulting in me having to run back and forth in small increments of time from inside the house back to the driveway, carrying heavy baskets of clothes to add to my existing display of immaculately arranged and categorized clothing. Realized this would be an impossible task, yet spent the majority of my time following behind each person, like a stalker, refolding garments when necessary. Sold a substantial amount of items since I had it priced to sell. Everything started out priced at $1.00 then around 11:30 I handed out plastic grocery bags & told everyone to fill a bag for $2.00. This plan went over extremely well...except for the following escapades: 1. One lady literally stuffed 1 plastic bag with at least 3 bagfuls of clothing. Her bag was so full, it starting splitting at the sides. Somehow, this didnt seem to register with her one bit. For me, I got a much needed, private belly laugh! For her, she got a great deal. Im convinced that I fared better ;*) 2. The fill-a-bag approach must have too tempting for the woman who had been eyeing my little black Coach purse, which I had priced conservatively at $25.00. (The only item I had for sale that was over $2.00) Unfortunately, it was nowhere to be found when another lady who also wanted to buy it asked if I still had it... Oh well, God Bless Her Heart! 3. Mike tried to sell my Texas Longhorn T-shirt without my consent. I noticed a lady walking away with MY ORANGE T-SHIRT stuffed in her plastic bag of goodies. Realizing she had already paid Mike her $2.00, I had no choice but to chase her down and politely explain the situation. I assumed she would understand and gladly give me my T-shirt back in exchange for something else. And, that wed both laugh about it, become good friends and drink sweet tea together. Well, let me just say this, SHE AINT FROM TEXAS! Essentially, I had to buy back MY shirt at almost 10 times the cost of what Mike sold it to her for!! Overall, it was a good day, just an incredible amount of work. We made more $ than we thought, got rid of 10 years of stored junk....and most importantly, I am treating myself to a well deserved mani/pedi!
Posted on: Sun, 14 Sep 2014 00:17:23 +0000