It's official--garage sale season has begun. I slept in 'til 9:00 this morning, which, if we're talking about a retail setting, equates to hitting a sale on the last day of the season. All the "good" stuff is gone. Jeremy shopped the neighborhood garage sale at 7:00 a.m. When he returned at 8:00, less $75, he had a truckload of gently used stuff for a fraction of the cost. I must admit I was impressed with the treasures he happened upon. I'm still trying to talk him out of the pair of fleur de lis sconces that cost him a meager $4. I even agreed to pay an up charge of $6!
I guess it's true that one man's junk is another man's treasure....for now. Eventually, the life cycle of your garage-sale purchase will forge ahead, losing its $3 value and will, once again, be put on the market for a future treasure hunter's revelation. Such is the circle of garage-sale life.
I confess I have never been particularly excited to wake up early on a Saturday morning to rummage through tables and tables of secondhand crap in search of a hidden gem. In my experience, a quick drive-by generally reveals nothing but outgrown baby clothes, old VHS tapes, slightly used exercise equipment, and superfluous amounts of plastic Tupperware. Occasionally, however, you happen upon a bargain that makes the tireless search completely worth it.
Maybe there's something to be said for shopping garage sales. I guess I'll just have to start setting my alarm for an early awakening on Saturday morning so I can set off in search of my next hidden treasure. When you find something amazing--for a bargain price, no less--it's almost as if you've earned the right to become its proud owner. Ok, how 'bout I give you $8 for the set? Pleeeeease???