The much anticipated yard sale finally happened this past weekend. After four months of gathering, 8 weeks of promising, 7 days of staging and 20 years of collecting, I hauled all of the household rejected innards onto the driveway promptly at 9am. Dad (against his will, mind you) moved the bulky counter from the deck out as well. It was our bag & pay center. Cars began screeching their tires, pulling off the road and people appeared from everywhere, even before we could put our signs out. That was Brayle’s job.
At a birthday lunch with Mauri & Aaron, I mentioned the pending sale and Aaron jumped for joy as if he’d bagged an animal. I couldn’t back out this time. The DI drive w/trailer was at the church for backup on all unsold items. I also arranged to do a scrapbook sale of name brand things for $1 each, from a lady with a shop in Heber. I would get $1 credit for every $10 sold. I was committed this time.
The Grantsville gang pulled onto the lawn with a truck load of tools from their garage about 9:15am. That’s what brought all the men dickering back & forth with Aaron, just like an auction. He ended the day with $350 and two tools left to sell. The scrap booking was a hit with the top buyer spending $74 bringing in a total of $260. My cast offs netted me a measly $95. We loaded up the remaining stuff & took it to the church except for a few things for our next yard sale in 4 weeks. Aaron has lots more to sell.
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