Garage Sale

The most frequent comment I hear when someone sees my basement for the first time is something along the lines of, you should have a garage sale. I've never wanted to have one, mostly because I'm an organizational freak (yes, I know, it's hard to tell if you see my house) and I would rather not do anything at all instead of doing it without a plan. However, last weekend Tongs & I got up at 6AM, drug my stuff out into the driveway and had a garage sale. The two weekends before were miserable because I had to organize the stuff, price the stuff, dust the stuff (okay, so I didn't do as much of that as I should), and talk Tongs into helping me. I have to admit, the actual sale was rather enjoyable. Most of the people were nice; I had very few hagglers and of those that did haggle, at least two bought the items even though I refused to budge on the price.

The only item that I think I'll miss is the little white turtle planter. She was about 18" head to tail, stood about 8" tall, had a bonnet on her head, and came with four shoes that looked exactly like the shoes that caterpillars wear in the cartoons. I had pulled her out of the garage (where she's lived for 8 years, b/c I don't own plants), but I didn't bring the shoes - I was just going to clean her up a bit.
This couple came up and the man had this Jules (Pulp Fiction) vibe about him. He looked a little like Steve McQueen and he really seemed to be a little "over" the whole garage sale scene. Wifey handed him her purchases (seems like she bought this huge tin tray and a old stock pot...) and commented on the turtle. I got the shoes to show them and she asked me how much I wanted for her. I really wasn't sure that I wanted to sell her, so I hemmed a little, with an, "I don't know what she's worth." The man spoke up (although he still looked bored) and offered $10. His wife quickly stated that it wasn't worth $10 and offered $5. I told her that I'd just keep her if I couldn't get more than $5 for her - she passed. It was all a very pleasant transaction; they paid for their other stuff and headed up the driveway. A few seconds later, the husband came back down the driveway and asked if I'd take $10 for the planter. Sold. To the man with the wallet that says, "Bad Motherfucker." <> As much as I miss the little thing, she's become a great story. I just wish that I had of taken a photo before I sold her.

I did get a good photo of Mr. Frog, though.



And a few of Tongs when he got into the jewelry...