It has been a busy two days around here and my original plan was to tell you all about it but it will take more time than I have right now because I am tired and need to go to bed.
So I’m going with an entirely different topic.
I think I mentioned a few weeks ago that Gulley and I are planning on having a garage sale. It was originally going to be last Saturday but we had to postpone it and are now planning to have it this Saturday. Or she might text me in the morning and tell me the whole thing’s off.
We are giving new meaning to the phrase “flying by the seat of our pants”.
But we’re going to have to do something soon because I’ve continued to pile all my slightly worn/kind of used/will anyone pay money for this? things in the master bedroom and we’ve gradually moved from Sanford and Son territory to an episode of Hoarders.
It doesn’t help matters that P has taken this opportunity to clean out the back house and has added all manner of hunting, fishing, and other outdoor accessories to the pile. I have no idea what most of it is but he has made it clear that he’s not willing to bargain. His final price is whatever the price tag says and if people don’t like it then he will take it all back home and keep it on sheer principle.
(Unless I can figure out a way to drop it off at Goodwill without him noticing.)
I’m not exactly sure why Gulley and I decided a garage sale was a good idea in the first place. Everyone who has ever had one will tell you that by the time you factor in the time and effort they put into it that they made approximately $1.60 an hour. But now that we’ve lit this match, we feel like we need to go forward and maybe it will, at best, prove to be an interesting life experience wherein we make $20 a piece or, at worst, serve as a cautionary tale to others filled with stories of people who want to haggle over a dime and break a radio while you’re not looking so you have to give them a discount.
(That actually happened to P’s mom one time when she had a garage sale.)
But here’s where you come in. Do you have any advice? Tips? Organizational skills and/or expertise that you can share? A pricing system that you use that won’t make me feel like Bob Barker by the end of the day?
I mean, other than DON’T DO IT because at this point I think we’ve committed.
Unless Gulley texts me to say she’s changed her mind and it’s too much work.
Because we like to keep our options open.
Thank you in advance for helping us in this moment of sheer insanity.