The only sport I’m good at.
Today was the first ‘official’ day of yard sale-ing. The first Saturday of the summer where I woke up at the crack of ass.
Get to that yard sale. Make that deal. Slash that price.
I can’t explain the sheer joy I derive from the odd little bits and pieces I manage to find every Saturday.
Several books–a couple pocket sex guides, an Oprah book, etc.
A manual lawn mower–you know, the spinning blade, non-motorized kind.
A clown doll of yor–that I remember playing with as a child. You twist its nose and it plays Lullaby.
A large backpack–as mine is all busted
A large water pitcher–of the tacky 50’s variety (read olive green and harvest orange) that I seem to be drawn to
A box full of VHS movies–nothing SPECTACULAR, but only $1. Cool Runnings, Big Momma’s House, Leave it to Beaver, Batman and Robin. These are mostly for my husband, who I drag from bed every morning to chauffer me around. Compensation.
Tupperware pickle jar–Husband goes through so many pickles…this one is extra large.
Lots more bits…lovely.