I’ve never done a garage sale. I didn’t really want to this year, either, but we have a lot of stuff. I hate this. Pricing. I feel like everything is either priced too high and no one will buy it or it’s priced too low and I might as well just give it away already.
It’s also hard. I gave away a huge bag of music tonight to a girl who I know will just love it. I felt like I was giving a part of myself away. I have to keep reminding myself, “I am not my stuff.” So many memories: the sleepers M used to wear, my favorite maternity outfit, books about graphic design and vampires, a mug I took from a bar somewhere in college. (No, not my Stone Balloon mug. I’m not crazy!)
Everything is set up and ready. Now people will come and pick over our things. It’s going to be strange. And also, what the heck am I going to do with a toddler at a garage sale?
The next few days should be interesting.