Like all normal families, we accumulate a lot of junk. And by junk I do not mean cool rusted buckets and wheels and antique furniture. I mean actual junk that no one in their right mind wants to keep in their house. Plastic dish sets. Outgrown golf shoes and hockey equipment. Ugly lamps. Stuff from the 80s. That kind of thing.
When we moved from our little mobile home into our house, we tried to not bring it all with us. We organized. We culled. We were ruthless.
And then we moved it all into my parent’s basement until….the garage sale.
Said garage sale was supposed to have happened BEFORE we moved. But, with rushing to finish the house and get in before my school year started (didn’t happen, BTW), the garage sale got put on the back burner.
My poor parents had the dubious honor of housing all of our cast-offs and junk we managed to gather for the eleven years we lived in the trailer. You know. The sorts of things that you accumulate and can’t really deal with because you don’t have room for it, so it gets boxed up and put somewhere where you can’t see it. Perfect. It took up most of their unfinished basement….
Except, if it has been in a box in a basement for eleven years, chances are you don’t really need it anymore. Or, perhaps, want it (buh-bye early 90s decor).
Anyway, this garage sale had been looming over us for a while before it actually happened. We bit the bullet and decided on a weekend at the beginning the June- sort of the beginning of yard sale season here in Alberta. We borrowed 10 extra long tables and set everything up in the garage in case it rained. My mom and dad and brother also brought out all of their junk as well. We got change. We made signs. We put up balloons. It was all very strange.
The horrifying before…
The pile of boxes in the corner represents just a few of the boxed items we had to unpack for this little shindig.
The not-so-bad after
We still had to take 2 truck loads of stuff to the local Next to New and to the recycle tent at our local landfill site. Nothing was thrown away, which is awesome.
It went pretty well. A huge job, but well worth it. We made enough to do a little more in terms of landscaping our yard (see Earthmoving post next week). People were mostly very polite and pleasant. I was surprised at the turn out. On the Friday night, there were cars in our driveway before my dad and son had returned from putting the balloons up on the highway! They must have been waiting there! Yikes. One guy did say he’d buy some tires and then did not return to pay after we saved them for him the next day (about 6 other guys wanted them…) but other than that, everything went great.
We did it. It’s done and now I don’t have to think about it anymore. Recycled. Made some money for other projects. Cleaned up and organized.
And I never want to do it again.