I'm still recovering from the weekend.
Imagine a village bootsale. The village closes its streets to traffic and everyone sets up their stand - at 6 in the morning. And until 6 pm, there is a constant flow of people through the village, coming to find treasure (because one man's junk is another man's treasure...)
Case in point.
I got five old lawn chairs out of the junk heap last year.
I scraped them and washed them off.
I scraped them and washed them off.
I sold them for 75$ yesterday.
To me they were cute old chairs. To my husband, they were horrible junk. Now they're someone's treasure. The woman who bought them can't wait to sand and paint them.
I didn't buy any treasure yesterday - I sold my junk. I sold books, chairs, old toys, old clothes, old purses, and a couple dishes. I mostly chatted with my friends Andrea and Lynn who came to share the space in front of my house. We had three tables, a rack of clothes, and countless cardboard boxes loaded with stuff. I made sandwiches, coffee, and tea for everyone. There were seven children in and out of the house. Today I have to do lots of cleaning. But I'm still recuperating. I will clean later. After I've had another coffee. Or two.
It's been a long weekend!
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That's one thing I like about winter--the weekends tend to be much lazier! :-)
The variation in names is interesting.
You called it a "boot sale."
Have seen "jumble, rumble, garage, lawn..."
I love to go "yard" sailing ( I live in a small port).
Hi Sam,
This sounds like a dream to me. I live in the only place in the world where garage/jumble/yard/boot sales are rare. sigh.
It's nice that you did well and had a good time.
We call them Flohmärkte - flea markets, and they're usually held in a large parking lot or the town hall at particular times. But it's not one of my interests, I admit.
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