I love yard sales. I’m one of those who are likely to veer sharply into an unexpected turn to follow a yard sale sign.
Happily, my husband enjoys sales as much as I do. Some Saturday mornings, we drive around the area looking for places to stop so we can sift through other people’s cast-offs. We discuss and critique sign design and placement. (Why do so many people think the words “yard sale” are more important than the street address? I can guess it’s a yard sale; it’s the address I need to see from my moving car!)
It’s almost as much fun to have a yard sale of our own. Since we moved into our house six years ago, we’ve already had three!
We’re not sure how we manage to amass enough for a sale every couple of years. But every year we watch “stuff” creep across the basement floor, making it harder and harder to navigate through our storage space. When all pathways are blocked, we know it’s time for a sale!
I thought a lot about this resolve this morning, as we went to and from church. And guess what?
On the way home, we stopped at someone else’s yard sale, and I found a few fun things to bring home….