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That middle one is so life-like!
I love the clean feeling I get from purging my cupboards and drawers of the crap that has been collecting for years.
I love coming across treasures I have not seen in forever and reluctantly letting them go, understanding that they are not talismans of my memories. Just because I get rid of Billy's first bike doesn't mean I will forget about the first time he rode that two-wheeler all by himself.
I love the idea of being able to finally get rid of that mirror in my bedroom that I have hated since the day I bought it and now I can get a new one.
I love setting up my own little driveway "store" and watching my husband organize the items into different departments: electronics, clothing, books, toys, etc…
I love that the things that were just taking up space and collecting dust because I deemed them useless, ugly, or redundant are now going to be enjoyed, and maybe treasured, by someone new instead of ending up in a landfill somewhere.
I love watching the little girl who picks up one my books, starts reading the first few pages, and immediately gets engrossed.
I loved that a dad can proudly provide his daughter with (almost) brand-new figure skates; something he otherwise wouldn't have been able to afford.
I love peeking through the blinds and watching the scavengers come out of the woodwork as soon as I give up and give the rest away for free.
I love trading stories with my "customers". I think that when people are sorting through my personal stuff, which is really a reflection of my life, they feel comfortable in telling me about their personal stuff. Just today I found out that one woman's brother is dying, another one has an autistic 21-year-old son in a group home, and another one is going through a divorce and is living along for the first time.
I found out that a man's favourite city in the world is Rome (he also asked to see my photo albums of my trip to Italy but I politely changed the topic), and that another man is having friends over tonight to have a "shots" party.
I got invited over to some one's house for Shabbat dinner, got told to donate all the proceeds of my sale to charity, and was asked if I could spare a cigarette. I told that gentleman that I did not smoke and neither should he.
I was asked if "this skateboard works." Four secure wheels on a wooden deck? You're good to go.
I was asked 1001 question about the photo printer I was selling for two bucks! For two bucks, you get two questions, sir. The rest you can google.
I was asked if I would be bringing out more DVDs or books later in the afternoon. Ummmm. No. This is not a real store. We do not restock.
A gentleman was generally surprised, and even sounded a little ticked off, when my husband's suit did not fit him. That's because it was custom-made for my husband, not for you.
But what do I love most of all about garage sales? That at night, I can kick off my shoes, lay my now sunburned body down on the couch, and enjoy the $9.99 pepperoni pizza walk-in special paid for by the 2 pairs of salad tongs, 5 baseball hat, and 3 cookbooks that I didn't really need anymore.