My living room, the night before the yard sale.
Wayne got up at 3 a.m. to finish making signs and put them up around the neighborhood. I was awake from then, too, and got up about 3:40. My friend Michelle came at 4 and we started setting up tables and carrying stuff out. It was a little tough to organize the tables in the dark!
The crazies arrived at 5:45, shining their flashlights on our tables and asking us questions, even though we were still rushing to get everything done before our advertised start time of 7:00. By 6:30 there was a pretty good group of people looking. And then it was just insane until about 11. Insane.
I did grab a couple of pictures at a slower moment, about mid-morning.
I would be adding up one person’s total while two other people tried to ask me questions about other items. Did their mothers not teach them to wait their turn? It was just crazy; either Wayne or I had to be with the money, but sometimes people had questions on the other side of the yard. It was constant and stressful and exhausting. Oh, and dehydrating, as the day went on. We were too hot (and busy) to eat, so we were running on caffeine alone.
About noon, we looked at each other and agreed that it was over. We still had a few people coming by, but the masses were gone and we were ready to pack it in.
That took a few more sweat-drenched hours. We kept a few things to sell on Craigslist, but put most of the leftovers by the curb in boxes with a “free” sign. Later that evening, we laughed from behind the blinds as our neighbors went through the boxes and left with their loot. It was gone by Sunday afternoon.
Our total so far is just over $1300. Not bad for a yard sale, but only half of what I’ve known other adoptive families to make at theirs. We may have under priced some things out of our desire to make sure we sold as much as possible. We didn’t have much furniture. But it’s $1300 we didn’t have when we woke up that morning, and we are grateful.
Plus, now my house doesn’t look like a top candidate for an episode of “Hoarders.”