A Yard Sale Addiction

Sunday, April 19, 2009

On Saturday, there was a neighborhood garage sale in a neighborhood with more Mercedes than the parking lot at a Streisand concert. It may have been at or near the shwank Country Club of the South (real yard salers do not give away their prime locations).

--Our Finds--

Fun new friends, including a lady with awesome taste in books (we may be starting a book club). I bought two current paperbacks from her for FOUR QUARTERS.

Two blue glass candlesticks for TWO DOLLARS.

A pretty scarf for TWO QUARTERS.

A nice leather jacket for TWO DOLLARS

A twenty dollar BIKE.

--Thoughts on YSE (Yard Sale Etiquette)

-We followed one speed saler around to a few stops and noticed he was packing his car full. At one stop, he talked a man down from $7 (which was a SuTEAL for a Fisher Price playset) to $5. Then, once the yardowner agreed to five, decided he didn't want the playset after all. This type of shopper is known as the YSoB (Yard Sale Bully). Incidentally, the lady who sold me the leather jacket stood up to a pair of YSoBs. The conversation went something like this:

Spokesbully: We'll give you $5.00 for that t.v. stand.
Lady: No. Don't do that. I don't like that. This is for charity. That's a solid wood piece of furniture.
Spokesbully: *Stomping feet and snorting like a bull*
Lady: No, thank you.

I was proud of her.

-Yard sale shopping is somewhat like gambling. You put twenty dollars in your pocket, hit the subdivision, and hope to leave much richer than you arrived. Sometimes, there is gold in the hills, and sometimes, they seem to be overflowing with stuffed pigs in wedding gowns and gold, plastic light fixtures. There is something so much more rewarding about leaving a sale with a two-dollar set of candlesticks than checking out at Target.

-Yard sale shopping always reminds me that people are really decent. Families in this ritzy neighborhood spread out their crap, covered it with stickers, and invited strangers into their yards and garages. I met an older man spreading pine straw who had lovely landscaping, an older woman with twin puppies who was selling her daughter's stuff, the lady who told the YSoBs where to stick it who had the loveliest clothes, the sixty-something would'velikedtobeagolfer who was getting rid of his nice golf outfits. I love it. I love neighborhoods and remembering that most people are pretty cool.

-Yard sale-ing is pretty dang funny sometimes. Some woman was selling her shampoo (info-mercial?) for $400! There was, in fact, a bride and groom stuffed pig pair. One lady was selling designer kid clothes for $25 an outfit ($100 originally!). Crazy.

Good times, those yard sales. Good fun.
'Tis the season, indeed.



  1. OH MAN...

    I bet us two could have been some yard sale-ing FiEnDs together! Oh, how I miss the Bolivar city wide garage sales. It made my heart and pockets flutter every year. I too have a yard sale addiction. Whew. It's out now. I can breathe easier.

    Lately, though, my addicion has been moving toward flea markets and thrift stores. Yikes.

  2. Heeey Nic,
    Yes, I KNOW. Once at the Bolivar City Wide Sales, I met this pen collector in a yellow house who had really historically significant pens. :) I can't remember what he was selling, but I always thought it would be fun to do a feature on him for a newspaper.:) Thrift stores and flea markets are sometimes awesome, too. I haven't found my rounds in ATL yet. The other day, I found this cool, sculptural wooden platter and turned it over. It had a stamp from Springfield, MO! Scenic St. Black Walnut wood. Of course, I bought it. Cheers to good finds, good new friends, and walnut festivals. :)

    You should sing, Nic. I think talents are the REAL currency and to whom much is given... much is required. So, belt it! :o)


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