Garage sales are a big deal in my community. Our street use to do one every spring and then the last two years we passed on the “opportunity.” Well this weekend my neighbor got me all into the garage sale fever again.
My neighbor and I are both early birds. We’re out either on our porch or busying in the garden around 7 a.m. each weekend morning. On Saturday she asked whether I was going to “the” garage sale. It was one of those sales being held by a real “Martha Stewart” type homeowner. Her house is one that everyone loves (great decor, grass is ALWAYS green, and hubby never falls behind on fixing chores). You know that her stuff is going to be terrific. I wasn’t planning on visiting her sale because that was too much pressure for me and I wasn’t sure that I’d be able to withstand the early morning crowd crush.
My neighbor got me out of my chair anyway. Off we went walking through our neighborhood to garage sale mecca. We bumped into two power walking neighbors who quickly decided to do a u-turn and join us on our trek to the sale. You should have seen us with our hair in various stages of disarray and our vintage (I’m being kind) tops and shorts. I was literally dressed just to putter around the lawn, and I definitely looked the part.
At the sale, I ended up deciding that I did not need yet another side table or teflon pot, but I did get a great brass finger towel stand for the kids’ bathroom and a chess set for my son.
You know it wasn’t what I purchased that made my morning so sweet it was the people and conversations that I had along the way that made me happy and grateful to live in my community.
What a great story! We do a huge block garage sale each year and its a wonderful way to meet the neighbors.