lazybroadsCome To My Yard and Buy My Crap Sale
This Saturday I woke up early to “get a jump on the day” and my unusually chipper mood was ruined by the proliferation of Yard Sale signs I passed.
Let me preface the rest of this post by saying that I am probably 10% hoarder and 90% passionate collector of items that make me happy. I wouldn’t say I’m “addicted” to the thrift store, but I do love the high I get off of colored tag discounts and half-off dress hour. You’d think I would be the first person to stop at any yard sale. I am! I mean, I was.
Now, it seems everyone has read the Real Simple or Reader’s Digest article about making/saving money in hard times by selling stuff at a garage sale. Why is this so terrible?
Having a garage/yard sale used to be sort of an act of charity. You = comfortable older person getting rid of good condition home goods because they don’t fit the style of your contemporary modern house. Me = struggling whatever person trying to NOT have to pay $12 for a new muffin pan at Target. You get rid of the crap that is slightly used and “out of style” and I get your old stuff for 50 cents or a dollar. It’s a win-win!
Now, everyone seems to think their crap is “valuable.” They want $35 dollars for that beat-up side table that no person in their right mind would pay $5 for.
Please do not anger me by making me turn down your street, drive ridiculously slowly by your yard and grimace at the piles of junky 90’s clothes you have laid out on a blanket.
Get into the mindset of the fat rich American you used to be and sell me something for a dollar before I drive by and whack you with your tidy sign.
