On another note, some of you may know about my recent obsession with finding out about the latest garage sales going on in my city. Ian and I have been collecting
The other day I got an email from a friend telling me her parents neighbourhood sale is happening THIS weekend. Awesome I thought! I still hadn't heard about my neighbourhood's sale, so that was great news! Now I could go to other neighbourhood sales and then have my own later on.
As I was leaving my subdivision last night, I noticed a sign "Neighbourhood Garage Sale, Saturday 9-12". Are you kidding me? What am I supposed to do now! I can't be in 2 places at once. I had to weigh my options.
1. Hold my own garage sale, and potentially make some money. Not a lot, but some.
2. Go to the sales and find millions of treasures!
Obviously #2 outweighed the former.
So we went. I made Ian get up at 7:00am ("hurry...we're going to miss everything!!" while he looked at me with those eyes that said, you are ridiculous and I need sleep lady).
We grabbed the dog (who seemed SUPER excited to go! or maybe it was just the fact that she was going for a walk...whatever.) As we drove around the city, I tried explaining to Ian (for the millionth time) why garage sales are so important. I told him the story of finding my "Stacey" doll from a childhood book series I used to read, about the Ouja board my brother and I scored (for free!) from a sale once, and about the old cassett tape holder I found at a sale that I turned into my "Kid Kit" for babysitting jobs. (p.s I totally stole that idea of a "Kid Kit" from the Babysitters Club book series for those of you who read them).
But most importantly, the story of the box of books.
I will never forget my dad bringing home that box of books for me. I was maybe about 7 or 8 years old. It was early morning and I remember my parents calling me downstairs for something. Sleepily in my nightgown, I slowly came downstairs rubbing the sleep out of my eyes, to see the most wonderful sight I had ever seen. A box of 30+ books...all Babysitters Club, Sweet Valley, Nancy Drew, The Sleepover kids, you name it.
I rubbed my eyes again. This can't be real. "Is it Christmas?" I asked.
My dad had accomplised his mission. He had found a treasure at one of those garage sales and had given his little girl her favorite thing (books) for $6.00. Yes, $6.00 for the whole box.
As I finished telling my story, Ian reminds me that I tell him that story EVERY time we talk about garage sales. Well SOOORRREE.
So as you have probably guessed, I have fond memories of garage sales, and I wasn't about to pass up this opporunity. We can hold our own sale later in the year.
Even though we didn't find anything at these sales, I recently scored a neat/vintage dresser that I might try and sell myself. Not sure what Im going to do with it yet...