Garage Sale, Bitches!

I've been busy this last week preparing and having a garage sale. Garage sales are a giant pain in the ass, but just barely lucrative enough to make all the work worth it. Since my womb is closed for business this was the shedding of all things baby from my home. I'm not much of a sentimentalist so the only reason my children have any kind of keepsake box is purely out of societal pressure to do so. I shared this garage sale with four other friends. Let's call them Patty, Mona, Cindy and Liz. (Must protect the guilty.)
Here are some conclusions I drew from this garage sale:
1. My taste level is questionable. In a general comparison of myself to those around me I am aware I don't have quite as much style as some, but more compared to others. And this is in regards to more than just clothing - how you decorate, jewelry, entire state of being. Style or no style. Sadly, most of what I sold in the garage sale I purchased at one time or another. Crystal vase that doubles as a candle stick holder? Yep. Had to have that one for a small fortune at one time in the last ten years. That didn't get picked up for $1 at the sale. Maybe it will end up in someone special's hands at the Salvation Army.
2. Hoarders is more than a show on TV. It's all around us. It was at my garage sale. In droves. Two different people had to go to the ATM machine in order to purchase the stack of items they had collected at the garage sale. Globe, 3 different size jeans, some mismatched dishes, half empty bottles of baby powder, 2 puzzles and a book - sure they needed that. I'm sure that's exactly scratching items off their grocery list.
3. Animal hoarders is also real. I have two cats and over time had accumulated some cat toys, feeding dishes, etc. that I no longer use. A fairly normal looking woman at the garage sale asked if we had any cat items. Being the salesperson that I am, I quickly shuttled her over to the Pet Department portion of the driveway and showcased the various items. From our brief chit chat, I learned that this nice woman has a measly 21 cats that she cares for. She picked up a cat toy, self-feeding tray, cat climber, cat mat and a cat hut. As I helped carry the items to her car she was in a panic over how angry her husband would be when she got home with all of the stuff for the cats. I'm thinking if he's okay with the 21 cats all around him, what's a few more toys for the cats, too? She did ask for tips on what to do with getting the cats to use the litter box. I hope this woman is never my neighbor.
4. Weird sells better than normal. Box of nipple pads - sold. "God couldn't be everywhere so he created grandmothers"pillow - sold. Beaver fur purse - sold. Nice stroller for a small amount of money - can't give it away.
5. Hauling a pick up truck's worth of items out of your house will not lessen the clutter in your house. I can't tell any difference in any room that the general amount of "stuff" has been lessened. I feel a year away from being on a show like Clean House and five years away from an episode of Hoarders.
6. If you're going to have a garage sale, you should always share it with friends. This way you can openly judge the items they have accumulated and you can laugh together at people that show up at your garage sale. Thanks Patty, Mona, Cindy and Liz for sharing in the garage sale with me. From your Cock picture to your scarecrow - I still love you.

But at least that is now over with and I can resume my life of inactivity and blog posting.