The yard sale was a bust. Almost every visitor bought something, but we hardly had any visitors, and we were just off of a major street, and had jumbo neon signs pointing in our direction.
We later found out that there was another yard sale further down the street who decided to just go from our signs rather than put out their own, so the people coming from the busiest direction stopped there and didn't realize there was more than one sale on the street. Stupid poachers.
But, it was a fun weekend with friends and much laughter while they excavated their garage to add to the sale. It was like being transported back to the 80's. Hilarity definitely ensued.
And, I enjoyed meeting people and just observing in what they were interested. We had a woman who was going to yard sales as a way to cope with her terminally-ill husband who is about to pass any day. The sales are her "escape" so she doesn't have to be gone for long or far away from him. Another interesting visitor was an old man from Poland with a thick accent who was so friendly, and purchased "The Count of Monte Cristo" for 25-cents. He seemed to offer little stories on everything we had for sale. He was quite intriguing.
So, while we didn't bring in much money, I feel a little more connected to our friends and just random strangers. We came home yesterday, tired but happy.
