Oh how I thought something miraculous was going to happen last weekend. I had grand plans to show our amazingly tidied and sparse laundry/storage space. Organized, bright and light-filled photos should be posted here on this page. Big S and I cleaned out the whole thing, made a couple of piles to give away, keep, and sell. We planned a big yard sale for Saturday last. My parents offered to take the kids, so that they wouldn’t be subject to the purge taking place. The plan was flawless.
Early Saturday morning, we pulled all of our wears out into the yard and onto the verge. The weather was gorgeous, not a spec of rain on the horizon. We busily got to work, preparing for the onslaught of patrons. We made signs and posted them on the busy roads, and put up notices on Craigslist and Kijiji. Then we waited for the hordes of yard-sale bargain hunters to arrive. We waited, patiently at first, and then we started getting antsy. Big S made another cup of coffee for each of us, and we sat on the porch, and talked about our dreams for this little house, and made plans for the future.
Eventually, after three hours of chatting, at around 11am, we had our first customer. A neighbour, who was more curious about the house than what we had for sale. At that point, I was thinking, let’s just call it a day, and go do something fun. However, we kept the yard sale going for eight long, unenviable and lonely hours. We made $55. I was all, “that was a huge waste of time”. Big S was more positive, and felt that fifty-five dollars was more than we started the day with, so it wasn’t a complete waste of time.
We piled a bunch of items into the car and took them down to the secondhand store, and then I dropped Big S off for a Saturday evening shift at the theatre. Upon arriving home, and seeing the piles of stuff that we had left over, I had a moment of frustrated sadness. What should I be doing with everything that we’ve got leftover?
For now I’ve made a pile on the couch, with the thought that leaving it out in the open will give me the drive to get the items posted on craigslist, and give another try at selling off a few more things. It is almost a week later, and the items are still sitting on the couch.
I refuse to be totally bitter about the pile of stuff. Tonight I’m going to post everything on craigslist, and have given myself a two week limit on getting everything out of the house. It will happen.
Thanks again to Jules at Pancakes and French Fries for fighting the good fight, and working towards something beautiful and useful in every room.