I'm Lindsay Ferrier, a Nashville writer with a passion for family travel, exploring Tennessee, and raising kids without losing my mind in the process. This is where I share my discoveries, along with occasional deep thoughts, pop culture tangents and a sprinkling of snark. Want to get in touch? Use the CONTACT form at the top of the page.
May 7, 2006
>I love the idea of a yard sale. And I know I’m not alone. After all, I see the features in decorating magazines and on cable TV about spunky women who go “junking,” find craptastic castoffs and turn them into stylish treasures that Rachel Ashwell would envy.
So when I saw the signs up for a neighborhood yard sale in an upscale subdivision, I was all over it. I envisioned myself bargaining for a vintage typewriter, a wicker dressmaker’s model, a Chinese screen. Because I love the idea of a yard sale.
But man oh man, I hate the reality.
“If you’ve got kids, this is the place for you!” a 10-year-old girl told me as I walked up her driveway. “We’ve got loads of toys!”
“Great!” I smiled, wondering if the kid had watched a few too many used car lot commercials. “I’ve got a two-year-old.”
Skipping over the plastic bins filled with mangy stuffed animals and ratty-haired Barbie dolls, I picked up a portable plastic dollhouse for closer inspection.
“It’s Playmobil,” the girl’s father told me, taking it from me and carefully opening it on a folding table. “All the pieces are there.” Yep, the pieces were there, and they were too small for a two-year-old. “I don’t think it’s gonna work for me,” I said awkwardly. The dad continued arranging the tiny pieces of furniture. “Um. Thanks anyway,” I said, turning and walking back toward my car.
“I don’t understand,” I heard the dad say sadly to his daughter as I walked away. “This dollhouse is practically new.”
But Dollhouse Dude was nothing compared to the stares I had to endure from youngish RWA mommies as they watched me piece through their children’s outgrown clothes and cast-off children’s books. Their laser beam gazes really took the fun out of junking for me. I could almost hear them thinking, ‘Is she gonna actually shell out two bucks for Chelsea’s Gymboree playsuit or is she just gonna stand there and look for stains? Who does she think she is, anyway? And what is that on her shirt? ‘Bad poetry, oh noetry?’ What the hell is her problem?’
Hesitantly, I’d look up and smile, only to be met with a stonily defiant scowl. And forget bargaining. It was all I could do to hand over the asking price, which they grudgingly accepted between two manicured fingers. Funny, this kind of thing was never mentioned on HGTV.
Despite all this, I managed to find a few deals. Besides a few toddler books and a dressing table stool, I scored a small set of wooden shelves that were perfect for solving the out-of-control toy situation in Baby’s room. The shelves were handmade and painted white, with teddy bears carved out of the sides. At only $5, they were a steal. I practically ran to the mommy nervously standing guard in the center of her driveway.
“I’ll take the shelves!” I said.
“Those shelves?” she said dubiously, pointing at them.
“Yeah. The five-dollar shelves,” I said.
“Um. Okay,” she said, quickly stuffing my five into her Cinderella change purse and turning away. As I carted the shelves off to my car, I wondered what was wrong with them. They felt sturdy. They looked good. Were they the missing piece of evidence in a murder case? Had they been made by a secretly-hated father-in-law and put up for sale the one weekend that hubby was away on a golf trip?
I brought them home and gave them a thorough disinfecting, just in case.
Of course, I’ll still go to garage sales. How else can I find toddler jeans for two dollars? But next time, I’m bringing my 15-year-old. That way, I can retaliate.
“Did you see this CD collection?” I’ll say to her as the tennis-outfitted woman with assisted blonde hair watches us piece through her discarded music. “Great stuff- if you’re into Yawn-ni!”
Come to think of it, the TV junkers always have a sidekick. Now I know why.
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>Considering OUR neighborhood just had their big “Shop the Blocks” sale this weekend I wonder if you were shopping my neighborhood! LOL.(I HATE HATE HATE HATE garage sales. I won’t go to them. And I couldn’t even make myself HAVE one this weekend. Nope. I couldn’t do it. I’m emotionally gearing myself up to hold a large one of my own later in July or August perhaps, but I wasn’t ready to immerse myself into the garage sale world yet. It takes me about 3 years to mentally prepare for this).
>Ugh. I hate them with a passion. Saturday morning was our street sale, and I went out to my back deck and stared right back at the assholes who were staring at me – in my brightly striped pajama bottoms and oversized sweater. I scowled through every sip of coffee, every drag of my cigarette. I’m not an RWA, but I sure should play one on t.v. Before noon, anyway.Damn, we need a higher fence.
>I too attempted the “yard sailing” a few weeks back. Total disaster. Up at 6:00am and ended up with about 45 metal filing cabinets. I don’t know why. We just kept buying them – everyone had them.The key is to go in the rich neighborhoods. That’s what I hear.A bookshelf? Really? Irritated.
>I like going to them, but I like doing trades better. (“I’ve got a pair of size 9 Spiderman sandals in good shape, I’ll trade you for that extra Little People School Bus you’ve got.”)
>I can never find decent childrens toys. They all look like they’ve been scraped along the pavement, then rubbed in a gritty mud pool and swung from a tree at the neighbourhood cat who promptly sharpened her claws on them. But ebay…now there’s a garage sale without the scowls!!
>Good idea on the sidekick. I love yard sales but you sure do run into a lot of characters. I guess that’s par for the course.I always wonder why they are selling something too. Like why isn’t this good enough for you anymore?
>Oh I love garage sales. But not the “let’s sell all our junky plastic crap and old clothes on the stoop” sales, the ones actually in people’s garages, with tables of stuff they found in their basement or their recently deceased grandma’s attic. Half my costumem jewelry comes from those, not to mention the 25cent yarn bag turned purse that a buyer from Barney’s offered me 50 bucks for!
>Oh, I’m with you, Mom101. I’m always on the lookout for a good estate sale. I go to these neighborhood garage sales solely for the toddler stuff. And even then, I only go to the “upscale” neighborhoods, where they’re getting rid of clothes and toys that were never really used. It’s funny- You can tell by the state of the items in the sale who’s “house poor” and who’s got money to burn- or at least has rich in-laws!
>yeah, I always feel awkward too. Like if there isn’t stuff you want, you’re somehow rejecting them and making them feel bad. But I have found some great stuff at sales too, so I like the treasure hunt aspect.
>This is funny, just yesterday I thought that I should go to a few garage sales, I haven’t done it in a few years. It always amazes me what people will people out in the yard PROUDLY, sometimes the clothes look like castoffs from a children’s orphange in a 3rd world country. What I really love is to go to 2nd hand stores or consignment stores in a ritzy neighorhood. It is amazing the stuff rich people will give away! I have picked up 3 brand new Gap sweatshirts at a 2nd hand store for $2/each. Can’t beat that! I just love a good bargin, especially if I think I am getting it from a snobby rich person. 🙂
>I have never ‘really’ experienced yard sales or garage sales. The husband is so weird abt hand-me-downs from FAMILY and we know what they have been thru. I think his weirdness is starting to rub off on me a bit…Now, an estate sale: that sounds like fun. Can I still go in flip-flops with no make-up?
>I haven’t gone dumpster er, I mean, garage-sale-hopping in quite a while. But I’ve held a few. I keep my Spanish dictionary handy. I shudder at digging through other people’s junk. Maybe I’m shopping in the wrong ‘hoods though.
>Before moving in with my husband, I had a huge yard sale to get rid of all the duplicates… my sister-in-law made “yard Sale” signs for me. One said, “Come pick through Kathy’s Shit.” hee hee.
>I like the idea, but typically leave empty handed and pissed that I wasted the morning. I bought a few things at a neighborhood sale last year, but the guy had overpriced Old Navy baby clothes and you can get them on clearance brand new! I do like consignment and estate sales and I have found some treasures at Goodwill.
>Assisted blonde hair — GAH!!! LOL.You know, screw ’em. Who cares what they think. You’ll never see them again anyway.The other day my hubby offered $5 for a bunch of stuff that tallied $7 at a yard sale. He asked “what do you think of $5?” She responded that she thought it was “a steal.” But she took the money. Hey, thanks for letting us ‘steal’ your stuff, lady! 😉 No bargaining or anything! Just a snarky comment. Snark on… (You know what’s odd — I can’t get to your site from Firefox anymore… thought it was down, so I tried IE. Now I’m in. Weird)
>Marie, I’ve had a few e-mails about people not being able to see my site yesterday- I don’t know what the deal was, because I haven’t had a problem. I just checked it on Firefox and it’s fine. Maybe if you clean out your cache, it’ll work…
>I like to do a little drive-by first. You can always tell the total crap ones from the ones you can get a working game of “Operation” for a buck. I’m glad my house is totally furnished now though….my husband hated the garbage picking days :))
>You make everything sound like fun, Lucinda!