I survived Day One of my garage sale. Heck, I thrived on Day One! I cleared just under $1000 and I am pretty cleaned out. People were buying things as Tim pulled them out of the basement. My glider that has rocked four babies~2 of whom had reflux~sold as we carried it out the front door. The funnest part was by lunchtime I had people showing up telling me their friends were calling them to come to my sale. Hee, hee. I'm famous.
Lady #1~How much for the glider?
Lady #1~Sold. Just keep walking it to my truck.
The one thing I hate? The barter. I do make offers when I go garage sale-ing. If my pile is $12 I will offer $10. I had a lady this morning and it goes something like this:
Lady #2~Can you add me up? (As she drops about 15 outfits at my feet.)
Me~Sure. Add, add . . .$48.
Lady #2~Will you take $10?
Me~Uh, no. I'll take $45.
Lady #2~Well, all I have is a $20. Will you take $20.
Me~No, I'll take $45. You can come back Saturday afternoon and I might take $30.
Lady #2~Fine. (All huffy.) Here. (shoves $45 at me.)