…is another man’s (or woman’s) treasure. I think that’s how the adage goes. We found that out a week ago Saturday when we had a garage sale. I’d gone wild posting notices from Woodland to Kamas to Midway to Heber to Park City. “If you only attend one yard sale on Saturday, September 10th, THIS IS THE ONE!” it trumpeted, followed by a listing of some of the most enticing items: a riding lawnmower, extension ladder, power tools (we are in the country), followed by sporty numbers like skis, boots, and bikes. I even put an ad in the classifieds. At seven a.m. on the appointed day we were still scrambling—well, I was, since my husband is still recuperating from foot surgery—to arrange and price the exhaustive array of goodies.
We did well. The corral fencing realignment cost was covered, we were able to buy some modest gift cards to our local favorite eatery, The Cutting Board, for friends who volunteered to help, eat there ourselves as an after-sale treat, and put the rest in the bank.
But we still had a lot of STUFF left over. The answer? It was given to us by one of our shoppers. “Why don’t you have another sale on the weekend of the alpaca farm open house? Actually they call it an “open barn”. We went last year and it was great: you can get up close and personal to these adorable camel/llama-looking animals, and buy an assortment of products from their valuable fur such as hats and gloves. There are also jellies and soaps and all sorts of other local items for sale.
So this weekend will find Keith once again holding court in the driveway, making wonderful deals with those who venture up the hill to visit.
One last note: my daughter-in-law, Shelly, said it must have been hard to part with so many personal things. I replied that it hadn’t been, because we kept belongings with sentimental value. But it got me to thinking. We do have a lot of memorabilia that is important to us. I’ve heard suggestions such as taking photos of special things that you’d like to remember down the line, but don’t need to have sitting in a drawer or on a shelf for the next twenty years.
Here are my questions to you: What are your yard sale experiences, and what do you do with all those things you can’t let out of your heart, but would like to let out of your hands?