Picture the Boxing Day sales in your mind and you've got a pretty good idea of what our garage sale was like. I'm not exagerrating. Honestly. For the first hour or so it was crazy. Manic. Frenzied even. There was pathos, tragedy, commedy...our garage sale had it all! We were not expecting the crowds that gathered on our verge waiting for us to open. At all. And I wouldn't be lying if I said there was a bit of pushing and shoving as our roller door opened...I know I can blame some of this behaviour on those green and white bakelite canisters. They were cheap, very cheap, but it was a garage sale after all, not a glorified vintage shoppe...and things are meant to be cheap at garage sales, arent they?
Anyway...we sold heaps of stuff, made a tidy little sum and at the end of the day still had enough left-overs to fill at least five good-sized boxes with treasures for Vinnies. We were brutal here and didn't keep anything (almost anything, see below) It was good stuff too, but we wanted it gone and out of our lives (and sheds!) Anthony tells me that alot of it is on display in their front window but because I no longer op-shop (I can't believe I've just typed that!) I am yet to see it for myself.
The nicest part of the day was meeting some lovely bloggy friends...Caroline, Sarah and Em (sorry if I missed anyone, but if you were there you know how hectic it was x) and neighbours we hadn't met before. We also loved giving things away (love doing that) like this basket of "grannies"
which we gave to a neighbour who cares for severely physically disabled children. They are just the right size to keep them warm while they are sitting in their wheelchairs. Lovely.
I'm also having fun sending a few little parcels of vintagey goodies to people I think might like them...there were some treasures that I just couldn't donate to Vinnies when I know people (maybe you're one of them???) who would love them.
I'll end with this