A Rummaging We Will Go

My sister is the queen of yard sales. She is so good at them. So good, in fact, that shortly after I got my job at the station, she came all the way from Kansas to host a yard sale for me. I was cleaning out the house in preparation for the move that STILL has not happened, four years down the road, and she told me to just put everything in the garage and she would take care of it. No worries. She sorted it. She priced it. She negotiated and haggled and did math and sold stuff.

It's inspiring to watch people like her host sales and do them well. But it's also intimidating, because it makes you wonder...what if you put forth all that effort and no one shows up? No one buys anything?

So I've never had a rummage of my own. Too chicken to try.

Until now.

Earlier this summer, I decided I'd had it up to here with the clutter in our house. We had merged these two households and ended up with duplicates and extras and all kinds of great stuff that we just knew we would use - and then we did not. So right after I stopped working, I ruthlessly went through our house. I weeded out every single closet, drawer, and cabinet. Nothing was safe. I weeded out piles and stacks and priced, priced, priced. I went through HUNDREDS of little stickers, scribbling my initials and prices on all of them, boxing up our extra goods, and making them ready to rummage.

And so it is that this weekend, Ryan and I are joining up with some of his work friends and his mom, and we're having the great rummage of 2015. It has blown out-of-control huge. There's so much stuff!!

And you guys? We are so OCD about this rummage. We made signs and created categories and bagged like-items together. I was working my way through a garage at 8:30 yesterday morning, Clorox wipe in hand, attacking spider webs that had dared to attach themselves to our carefully priced items. Actually, I don't even want to talk about how many spiders I saw yesterday. No.

Wanna see what I mean? {About the signs, not the spiders.}

{That's just a sampling. There are more.}

We hauled tables and mowed grass, took pictures of the funnest stuff, posed with our sale sign, and had a grand time getting ready.

So here goes, y'all. Our first Shafferland yard sale. I can only imagine the adventures that await for me to tell you about next week.

Because you know...you know...there will be stories.