We had a garage sale on Saturday. Or a yard sale. But on all the posters I made, I called it a Moving Sale. (Because that sounds like we are trying to unload more than just junk we don't want anymore, right?) I kept trying to remember what they call this kind of sale in the northeast. Rummage sale? Help me out my northeast people. I can't remember.
How incredible is this concept? Let's round up everything we don't want anymore. Then, before we actually donate it, let's see if people will pay us to haul it off. Outstanding!
We advertised the sale would start at 8am. However, we had people rolling up at 7:30 who then proceeded to dig through boxes I hadn't quite got around to spreading out over the yard. Amazing. At one point, there were so many people milling around our stuff, and $1 and $5 bills were being exchanged and rapid rates, I went in to check the clock. Surely we had been out there for at least an hour and a half. Surely, it was almost 10am, time for the babies to go down.
8:10am. It was only ten after!
Needless to say, I'm glad we had our little sale. It's a nice feeling to unload and purge a few things out of your house. And Chris only brought back in a few items. (You're selling this? I don't think so...)
Big shout out to my parents for baby wrangling so we could wheel and deal. Thanks mom and dad!