My first garage/yard/tag sale was the 2nd year of my marriage. I had begun to replace those hand-me-down items that I first set up housekeeping with and it was time for them to go. It was a learning experience. A woman walking up the driveway fell facedown for no apparent reason. My first thought was "I wonder if she does this for a living", expecting a lawyer to call. A guy wanted to pay me coins for some old kitchen chairs, I told him firewood would cost him more than what he wanted to pay. And then I had to ask a woman why she was buying an old trophy. She told me her husband would take the eagles off the marble and glue them to an ashtray to hold burning cigarettes. That's when I realized there is a buyer out there for just about anything you want to get rid of.
Today I joined my friend in her garage during a neighborhood garage sale. Those are best because they bring more traffic. I judged my success at cubic feet gained from the disposal of items, rather than the money they brought, though I did come home with enough to make the effort worthwhile. And as I always say after a sale, well it's more money than I usually make on a Saturday morning.
I stopped by the Goodwill drop off on the way home and donated those items that had already been through two garage sales and only brought home a few boxes that fit easily on the back seat of the car. One box full is going to a consignment store, the other books to the resale shop. So I have emptied most of a walk-in closet just this week. Patting myself on the back.

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