Here’s a piece of yard sale advice. You know how I like to give yard sale advice. Right? So, here it is:
If you’re going to have a sale, do it as soon after winter as weather permits. People, like me, are so desperate they’ll come out in droves. They, like me, are so hungry they’ll buy ANYTHING.
Case in point. There weren’t many choices this past weekend. I have to go out of town to find anything. And with gas prices, I’m very careful where I go. My choices were a sale on Friday where the lady had lived in the same spot for 60 years. Sounds good, but publicly advertised. (But the one I should have gone to.) Or Saturday to an invitation only sale by a company whose sales I always like. The Friday sale was in Birmingham where there were a few other yard sales going on. The Saturday sale was the other direction and I knew of nothing else going on. But this is what it said:
Now, what was it that attracted me to this one? It was a man’s sale. I might get dirty. Maybe there would be some chippy, rusty, interesting things the men attending would think was trash. And there were old photos, arts and crafts supplies, collectibles…
I traveled 70 miles in the rain, got there at 12 to put my name on the list to get a number at 1 and waited til the sale opened at 2. I was number 14 out of 120 or more. Erin (my daughter if you’re new to the blog) met me there. We shopped so hard. The tools and man stuff were all too “good” for us, so we headed to the rooms where the girly things were. They were so small and crowded, there was no survey of the room and choose your hit. No, you squeezed in line and shopped whatever was directly in front of you. So, what did we get?
Covered bridge picture, star molds to play with next Christmas, class record book, Illinois Tool notebook and a Prier key thingy. (Don’t ask. I have no idea, but I liked the way it looked.)
Decorative tiles. I have no idea why I picked these up other than they were in front of me.
Stack of four 4″ plates. This stack cost me $4. More than I’d normally pay for dishes like these, but remember what I said about being desperate? Not only did I pay $4 for 4 small plates, I paid $4 for 4 small, CHIPPED plates! How in the world did I miss the word “chip” on the price tag?
And why didn’t I run my fingers around the edge like I always do? These weren’t tiny nicks on the back. They were big ‘uns.
But it does start to get a bit better from here on out. I did show the worst first.
White ironstone platter that I paid a few dollars more than I normally would.
6 interesting wheels. Huh? There’s only 5 you say? Oh. Yeah. I found the 6th one in the bottom of the bag after taking this picture.
Clock parts. All these hands plus a lot of ring and washer things.
These small jacks thinking without the center pole thing they’d make a good base for something. Like a lamp maybe?
And finally, these drawers:
They were in a homemade work table. The table was pretty awful, but the price was for everything, so I was taking the table, too. Until we saw it was going to hang off the end of the truck. All I wanted was the drawers, so we took the drawers out and left the table.
Sigh. Hope next weekend is better.