Do you think I have enough teapots? I found the small one at a garage sale on the weekend; just right for one person — moi. It doesn’t match, but so what.
Last year I attended a minimum number of garage sales. There is nothing we need.
This year I decided to attend them all because you never know what you might find that you forgot you wanted. Like that little teapot.
Not that “all” is a lot. Not in Wadena! There are a few in the spring and that’s about it. I screech to a stop, and browse. So far this year there is only one sale that I left without purchasing a thing.
I have bought colourful oversized scarves for $1 each. I’ve bought extra-large long-sleeved men’s T-shirts to wear to bed, for $1 each. Since Damn Dog recently chewed up the double lawnchair, I bought a single for $2, like new. You can be sure it won’t be forgotten outside; a lesson learned the hard way. I also got a pair of high-top Sorels for $5 (big expenditure!); spares, because you never know when you might need an extra pair of dry boots.
Sometimes there are items I don’t need but can’t resist. Like this bowl. I have 10,000 bowls; what would I do with another one? Had it cost $1 it might’ve stayed there. But no, it was marked 50 cents. The secret to selling your garage sale items so you won’t have to pack them indoors again is to price them low low low. I’ll pay $1 for a top that I’m not sure will fit, but I won’t pay $2 for it. Psychology of the cheap people; apparently I’m one of them.
I thought the bowl might make a pretty catch-all next to the door, for keys and such, but for the moment it has a home on the piano.
The oriental poppies are on their last legs and the wind has buffeted the flower garden. I went through and clipped off the painted daisies that were bent low behind plants in front, and put them into a vase. (Faye, I need a lesson in flower-arranging, as you can see.)
But aren’t they pretty?