Sunday, July 17, 2011
Scenes from a Yard Sale
Last Friday and Saturday, my friend Robyn and I (together with a few other people, including our former co-worker Vonnie and her husband Kelly) had a huge yard sale at Robyn's house. It was, I think, our fourth one and our biggest yet. Robyn's always generous about hosting them - she lives in a great neighborhood for it, her husband Jess works at an elementary school and furnishes us with several cafeteria tables, and we don't have to spend our entire yard sale ad just giving directions to my house! :-)
Of course I took my camera along - just in case - and enjoyed more photo ops than you might imagine a yard sale would provide! :-) Here are my favorites...
Willow, BW and Jess hold a summit in the shade
to discuss the world's many problems.
Willow's sanguine, BW looks concerned, Jess seems distraught.
So who do you think has the best grasp of the situation?
Joined by Kelly, they appear to have solved everything
and so reward themselves with a moment of levity.
As if their long break in the shade weren't reward enough.
(Now get your lazy butts over here and help us with the sale!)
Robyn's "grand-dog" Ani (pronounced "AH-nee") arrived with Robyn's daughter Ashley to lend a paw. Ani had a few items in the sale herself, and sold at least one dog sweater, the proceeds from which she planned to spend on treats. Kids! When high-energy Ani arrived she immediately talked Willow into ditching the "Manly Summit in the Shade" to enjoy an ambitious game of tag all over the front yard. Afterwards, Ani plopped herself down under our sold papasan chair we'd moved into the garage for later pickup, and enjoyed some restful solitude. At least she did till I bent down and stuck my camera in her cute face!
Temporarily tuckered, Ani recharges beneath the papasan
As for the yard sale itself, it started at 7 am both days (which meant getting up at 4:30 to make the long drive to Robyn's house in time to start setting up at 6) and ran till 2. Friday was very busy all day - so busy, in fact, that I never got to take the photos I'd brought the camera for the in the first place - the yard sale itself! Robyn's entire driveway and front sidewalk were filled with cafeteria tables, a bench and several boxes and tubs full of stuff, plus furniture, saddle stands, workout equipment, auto accessories... it was quite an extravaganza of
stuff treasures. :-) But I ended up being the cashier and recorder - not an easy job for a sleep deprived, math-challenged clerk in a 7-person yard sale - and by the time I got a photography opportunity (and had recovered my wits enough to remember to use it), a lot of stuff had been thinned out. Which was good, because the next day was slooooooow, one of several things that made this yard sale very different from all of our past ones, when Saturday was always the crazy day. But if we had to have one slow day, Saturday needed to be it, since we got a call from our realtor Friday scheduling a house showing Saturday morning! So we got home exhausted Friday night and had to mow and clean for that. Such fun! And BW had to take care of the last minute tasks and vamoose with the dogs for it, so he didn't show up at the yard sale till after lunch. I wish I could tell you that we actually sold our YARD (and the house that sits upon it) that day, but alas, it didn't turn into that kind of yard sale! (Another dud, who never even bothered to provide feedback. Hmmph!)
Oh well, onward and upward ~ we managed to sell a lot, donated most of what was left (keeping some items for possible future giveaways!), and netted just shy of $500. Which is pretty paltry pay for all the work involved, but it sure beats a slap in the ass with a wet overshoe, as a local fence-building cowboy we hired once liked to say. :-)
I purchased just one item (I'll pause here while you applaud my self-control... thank you!), a pretty green wineglass from Vonnie for a dime. Here it is, posing photogenically on our deck railing with the bottle of Frey's vegan, organic white wine I partook of Saturday night. For medicinal purposes, you understand...
A couple of hours before the sale ended on Saturday, Robyn's neighbors drove up in their beautifully restored, sky-blue 1965 Mustang convertible. They were on their way to Buffalo's Big Horn Mountain bluegrass festival, but stopped to make a few purchases first. We'd thinned out our inventory significantly by then, but this is the only photo of the actual sale I got. And it was an unintentional one, since what I was actually photographing and wanted you to see, of course, was this fun and snazzy ride, which perfectly matched the color of the sky that beautiful day...
Classic 1965 Ford Mustang
The hood is up so BW could view the engine!
What a perfect day it was for cruising in a convertible!
Speaking of Robyn's neighbors, another one who'd stopped by our sale lives a couple houses up and across the street, and she had a blooming climbing plant on her fence that kept catching my eye. Neither Robyn nor I could identify it from that distance, and kept wondering if it was roses? Trumpet vine? Clematis? I could finally stand it no longer, so during an extended lull on Saturday afternoon we walked over with my camera for a closer look. It turned out to be the most beautifully colored honeysuckle I've ever seen...
See? I told you there were some pleasantly unanticipated photo ops at our yard sale! And you were probably expecting lame pictures of battered Barbie dolls, chipped flower vases and rusty muffin tins, weren't you? ;-)
- INFERNO ~ Dan Brown
- MIDNIGHT IN THE GARDEN OF GOOD & EVIL ~ John Berendt
- MY NOTORIOUS LIFE: A NOVEL ~ Kate Manning
- ONE SUMMER: AMERICA, 1927 ~ Bill Bryson
- QUIET: THE POWER OF INTROVERTS IN A WORLD THAT CAN'T STOP TALKING ~ Susan Cain
- THE BEAUTIFUL CIGAR GIRL ~ Daniel Stashower
- THE DEVIL IN THE WHITE CITY ~ Erik Larson
- THE SHADOWS, KITH AND KIN ~ Joe R. Lansdale
- THE TIPPING POINT ~ Malcolm Gladwell
There is still strong in our society the belief
that animals and the natural world have value
only insofar as they can be converted into revenue.
That nature is a commodity.
And that the American dream is one of unlimited consumption.
There are many of us, on the other hand,
who believe that animals and the natural world
have value by virtue of being alive.
That Nature is a community to which we belong
and to which we owe our lives.
And that the deeper American dream is one of unlimited compassion.
~John Robbins, "The Food Revolution"