Remember yesterday, when I was all innocent and naive and worried that no one would show up for my garage sale? And I was so afraid of having tons of stuff left over that I marked it all down to a quarter?
Late yesterday I posted news of the sale up on some local websites and since then I’ve gotten a surprising number of emails from people asking if they can come out early to have a look. I guess this is standard garage sale etiquette but man, I am not a store front, people!
Anyway, looks like I’m not going to have any trouble selling the stuff. I’d go mark it back up to one dollar but I’m too freakin’ tired of looking at it.
I did sell that one box of stuff yesterday, and I felt a little sad about it, but it’s only today that I have realized (eureka!) that I am not really sad about babies growing up and little ones gone and blah blah nostalgia-cakes.
No, rather, I am upset that some of my piles have been lessened and messed up. I want to open the garage doors on Saturday and have the radiant light of my most AWESOME GARAGE SALE EVER fan out over the waiting purchasers like a golden rainbow. I want there to be gasps at the gorgeous, gorgeous piles, the fantastic organization, the dazzling array of price tags. I want everyone to wait for a minute of silence before entering, then shop reverently, respecting the piles and the sheer amount of stuff and leaving enough for everyone.
I want to be the Goddess of Garage Sales. It’s very sad, really.
So the pre-sale factor had me a little upset mostly because if there is no amazing, fantabulous display of wares when the sale starts on Saturday, I will feel like a total sham, the Slum Lord of Garage Sales. I MUST WIN, people. Admitting you have a problem is the first step.
In other news, I was thinking of adding two Royal Doulton Bunnykins sets to my sale because they’ve been sitting on a top shelf for years, gathering dust. I had no idea what to ask for them — one dollar? two? — so I checked online. Turns out that new sets go for like, 60 to 75 dollars! On eBay, this stuff sells for $15 A PIECE, minimum!
So now I’m torn. Should I keep it as an investment in my children’s future? Should I display it, so everyone can see I am the Goddess of Bunnykins? Should we use it like everyday dishware? Or sell it? Hm.