So, remember when I listed all the things I had to do in May and June, and the one thing I said had to go was the garage sale?
Well, it’s totally happening after all! Some of the wedding-related parties had to be postponed so now I have the time and the free Saturday to do it.
I spent all day last Sunday and many, many hours since getting ready for the sale, which is this coming weekend. We are really hoping to get rid of all of our baby stuff, especially the clothes. There’s just so, so much of it.
At first I was thinking of charging $1 per item, but the more I kept laying stuff out, the more I started to think that I really do not want to have anything left at the end of the day. I want this stuff to FLY off the shelves, people. So in my head, before the sale even started, I was already marking everything down to 50 cents. Then I marked more than half of it down to 25 cents.
COME AND GET IT, PEOPLE.
Seriously, I hope it all goes. It certainly isn’t coming back inside my house at the end of the day.
Here’s a shot of my garage right now:
The last few nights I have dreamed of piles and price tags. GAH.
I look at all these neat little piles (sorted by size, then by girl/boy, then by type of clothing) and I wonder why I am always so uber-organized when it comes to big projects, yet my house is such a disaster. I could take 10 random photos of the inside of my house right now and you’d see at least two or three dumpings of random crap in every shot, not to mention mismatched furniture everywhere and builder beige paint on the walls.
But then I would die of embarrassment that you had seen the inside of my house in its natural, raw state, and then there would be no Turtlehead, and then where would we all be? You’ll just have to take my word for it.
Anyway, wish me luck, and if you’re in the market for baby clothes, please, PLEASE come over and take some. PLEASE.