Ahhhhhhh....... that's the sound of a contented garage saler! I've not been able to do much g.saling in the past few years because I worked at the nursery on weekends. But now I'm not working any more.... and....
The addiction started last Saturday when my sister was in town. We got up early and was heading out the door by 7:30 a.m. trying to find treasures we couldn't live without. In our sleepy little town, we usually have sales only on Saturdays from 7:00 or 8:00 a.m. until noonish. Not very often will you see one on a Friday or a Sunday. So the saying, "the early bird gets the worm," is never more true than when garage saling in our small town. If you get up at 10:00 a.m. and think you're going to find any treasures, you're sadly mistaken. They're all gone by 9:30!
My sweet husband was my chauffeur today. He's not too keen on looking through someone else's trash... I mean treasures.... but he is willing to take me so I can. Here's some of my finds.
I thought we did quite well today, and can hardly wait until next Saturday to see what treasures will come our way.