Late nights and early weekend mornings.
Hauling, arranging, cleaning, pricing, haggling over said pricing, selling all this junk...er, treasure.
Other boxes revealed rather unfortunate periods in my decorating past. I could not even bring myself to take a picture because it was so frightening. Just imagine angels, country blue and mauve, stuffed bears, fake flowers, and even bunnies on a string. Thankfully, there were no ducks, but it was still quite embarrassing.
Putting all your junk on display with small colorful stickers proclaiming merrily, .25, .50, $2.00, $10.00, Make Offer, etc. is humiliating on some levels, yet also exhilarating when it actually sells. And when you see who buys it.Saturday afternoon finished up much in the way it began, hauling, arranging some things back into the garage, trashing or donating the rest.
Garage-Sale-A-Po-Looza 2008 was over.
Thank goodness we don't have to do it again for 7+++ more years.*
*Of course, that is the very attitude that allowed all those treasures to accumulate in the first place.