Okay! So...the sale. *THE* sale. Guys, I did good. I got rid of SOOOO much stuff. I knew I had a lot. I knew it would be a huge sale. But I was honestly still just in shock when I had it all laid out in front of me. Cory and I spent last Friday setting up for it. We had to borrow so many tables from neighbors and family members...and we still ended up having to lay a lot of things on the ground, we just had way too much.
I'll be honest, I hate having a garage sale. I get frustrated every single time. I know people go to garage sales looking for the absolute best deal possible, but it can get old when you have something that you spent $30 on, marked for a dollar, and someone says "Would you take 50 cents?" (insert eyeroll emoji)
I used to not entertain those offers out of annoyance. Because I was stubborn and thought "for 50 cents, I might as well keep it!" Not this time. This time, I was giving things away! haha. Every kid that came to my sale was offered a small toy (or even a large one). I was surprised at how many sweet little kids said "no thank you" when I offered them any hotwheel of their choice...and I actually loved their style! haha. A kid after my own heart...not bringing home something because it didn't excite them! Good for you, first grader!
I took almost any offer on anything. Most things were only a dollar, no matter how much I had spent on it. It was more about getting those things out of my house than money. Money was just a bonus (a $400+ bonus!!) I took fifty cents on plenty of things that would have normally made me want to punch someone for having the nerve to offer so little. I gave the biggest discounts to people that bought the most of my clutter. You want 19 pairs of shorts crammed in your dresser?? BY ALL MEANS...TAKE THEM!
Prepping for the sale was a headache, I am not going to lie. My house was ripped apart for a solid two weeks before the sale. Clothes were everywhere as I tried to go through them and still do laundry and still function in other areas of my life. Also not going to lie about the fact that my house still isn't clean. Plenty of things that didn't find a home yet are on my counter. And every morning I tell myself that today is the day I am going to officially find it all a home, but then I have to work and manage my rugrats, so it just hasn't happened. But everyday, I am a little closer to being done!
There were moments of just absolute terror when I opened totes that were stuffed with clothing that I had, for whatever reason, decided time and time again that I couldn't part with. Maybe it was too small, too big, not in season, whatever. And it was all just sitting in my garage. Obviously, I hadn't been missing anything in these totes, since the existence of these clothes was a surprise to me when I pulled the lid off. This sale was different. It all went. It all needed to go. No matter what reason I had for storing it away before, it didn't matter this time.
G O O D B Y E
One tote is worth mentioning. I pulled the lid off and I just couldn't believe it. There must have been at least 40 pairs of VS shorts in there. After my weight loss, I am sure most would fit me again, but I took one look at them and knew that this was a moment that I needed to just decide to let it all go. The thought that at one time, all of those shorts were shoved into my dresser was just mind-boggling, and I knew that if I wanted shorts, I could go buy a couple of new pairs that really excited me, and I could keep it simple. Get one or two pairs. Not FORTY. So, in a way, it was like a reset button. It was me saying goodbye to those clothes and the feeling of having all of those clothes. And it felt so good. I got rid of every single pair. Most sold at the sale for $1-2. A handful ended up in one of the two trips to the DMV after the sale ended. It all felt good. it was out of my way!
And let's talk about the feels. It felt good to give a child a toy. It felt good to see teenagers buy really nice name brand clothing for next to nothing. They were excited about the things that had been shoved in a corner of my garage for years. They would wear that VS tank top to the gym and get compliments, and that was good for me. There was one lady who came and bought a pair of flats and a little VS coin purse from me. She came back later in the day with her daughter...her daughter must have been 8 or 9...and she was already wearing the flats, and paid for more shoes with her own money, that she pulled out of the coin purse her mom had bought from me earlier. That coin purse was a freebie YEARS ago for spending x amount of dollars, and it had sat in it's original packaging in a drawer that whole time. And there it was, a bright and shiny pink...and she LOVED it. That was oddly good for me to see.
Also, the friends that came over and bought sacks full of my clothes or my kids' clothes, it was so good for me. To know that they really wanted it or even needed it...and that I could help in a small way, was so good for my heart. It felt good. And I hope they all love the stuff they got from me.
I got rid of probably 6 of those big yellow trash bags (you know the ones the kids sell?) FULL of just my clothes. Either sold or donated. Don't miss any of it!
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| There is a stack to the bottom left, that's all one size of shorts. I was crazy! haha. And SO many baby clothes |
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| Just look at all of that stuff! This was early in the sale. I took the picture before people started showing up. I had even more that I hadn't brought out yet. |
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