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The Yard Sale (Part 2)

Last Saturday morning, I hosted my first ever yard sale and this is what I know for sure:  Yard sales rock and yard sales suck.

This is why it rocked:

1. I actually got Dylan and Riley to part with some old toys and to understand the concept of giving.  Previously, toy purging required stealth action while the kids were at school or asleep.

2. We made some much-needed room in the house for the triple threat that is otherwise known as Dylan’s birthday/Hanukkah/Christmas.

3. I got to do some shopping.

Yard sale supplies!

Shopaholic Mama on the loose!

4. The boys loved it.

‘Twas the night before yard sale dancing!

5. I got to drink a hot cup of coffee on a cool morning while watching the sun rise.

6. We unloaded a lot of stuff that we desperately needed to get rid off.  One woman’s trash is another woman’s treasure!

7. We raised $86 for the Red Cross…

…which leads me to the singular reason yard sales suck…

This is why my yard sale sucked:

1. No one gave a crap that our yard sale was a fundraiser for victims of Hurricane Sandy.  The “early birds” who pulled up to our 8:00am yard sale at 6:30am were vultures.  Cockroaches.  Con artists!  Miserable people!  Their haggling and ungratitude were nauseating.  They (and the creepy people looking for gold) made me hate the yard sale.

But we persevered.

Was I naïve? I guess, but I’d choose naïve over jaded any day.  There were actually a few nice people who appreciated the complimentary muffins and croissants I provided (besides Dylan and Riley), and the boys quite enjoyed putting colorful price tags on everything (I mean everything).  There were even a few nice customers who insisted on paying the sticker price for items, including my pregnant neighbor to whom I was able to give (not sell) my breast pump.  (May all breast pumps find loving homes.)

Still, I’m pretty sure my first yard sale was also my last.  It was worth the effort, and I’m glad I did it, but it just wasn’t much fun.  Kind of like potty training, which, thank God, I’ll never have to do again.  Or like taking Dylan to the dentist, which, unfortunately, I have to do twice per year (if I’m lucky) for the next decade…at least.

p.s. I heard on the radio this morning that there are still 28,000 homes without power in New York.  Families are still suffering, so be as generous as you can this holiday season.  Visit to make a donation online or text REDCROSS to 90999 to donate $10 through your cell service provider.

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The Yard Sale (Part 1)

I’m known as the clear-cutter in my family.  Catch me in the right (bad) mood and I’ll throw anything and everything out in my path.  Even small children.

This is how I felt when I woke up on Sunday morning.  In my defense, my house needs to be de-cluttered.  Really badly.  It’s not quite like an episode of “Hoarders,” but there’s definitely too much stuff.  Does any household need six kids lunch boxes, seven Dora the Explorer DVDs, eight Thomas the Train DVDs (dear God!), and a dozen pairs of maternity jeans?  I think not.  By the end of the day on Sunday, I filled five garbage bags, created a small mountain of junk to go straight to bulk-trash or Goodwill, and dreamed up a crazy idea about what to do with the rest…have a yard sale.

I don’t know why, but I’ve always wanted to have a yard sale.  For the record, Mike has never, ever, ever, EVER wanted to have a yard sale, and he’s been trying to sabotage me ever since I declared my brilliant plan.  Luckily for me, the boys are thrilled about the idea so we won the family vote 3-1.  (Ha!  As if there was a vote!)

I’m currently knee shoulder forehead deep in yard sale planning, and even though I’m a little bit nervous, I’m also beyond excited about doing this.  It might just make my Runaway Mama bucket list.  I won’t bore you with the details on the yard sale…yet.  That will probably come later in the week, perhaps in the form of a list called: “Top Ten Reasons Yard Sales Rock!” (Or, if Mike has his way: “Top Ten Reasons Why Yard Sales Suck!”)  We’ll see.

Stuff makes me anxious.  (Obviously.)  I want to live with less, but I’m not heartless.  In fact, I found several items on my Sunday rampage that made me pause, including:

1. An envelope filled with everything that was pinned in my cubicle when I worked at PT&Co. (now CRT/Tanaka), a public relations agency in New York City.

I worked there from 2000-2004, and the experience was a huge part of my personal and professional growth.  It’s where I worked when I got engaged and married, it’s where I worked during the blackout of August 2003 (which included a very long and dark walk – in heels – to Brooklyn), and it’s where I worked when the inexplicable tragedy of 9/11 happened.  On that tragic day and the years that followed, PT&Co. was my home and my family.

I’ll never throw this stuff out.

2. Say hello to Freddy.

He’s in the back of the car in this picture because I had just almost accidentally given him away.  Gulp.  When I was a kid, Freddy was “my person.”  Yes, Freddy is a donkey.  No, I have no idea why I chose a stuffed donkey as “my person.”  I just know that Freddy’s been mine for as long as I can remember.  My Freddy is like Andy’s Woody.  Don’t get weirded out.  It’s not like I sleep with him, but he’s in the house.  Dylan and Riley never cared much for him (“A donkey, Mommy?”), but his presence has always been felt (by me, anyway).

On Monday afternoon, I drove all the way to the Goodwill truck before I realized Freddy was at the bottom of a bag filled with random stuffed bears.  Poor guy.  That car ride probably made him feel more like Jessie than Woody.  I almost gave him away!  But, unlike that cold-hearted snake of a tween in “Toy Story 2,” I didn’t.  Have I gone to far with the “Toy Story” references?

The bottom line is that I can be sentimental.  But, I’m still having a big-ass yard sale (just like in “Toy Story 2”!), and it’s going to be epic.  Plus, the boys are totally onboard to sell some of their junk (to make room for new junk, of course), and 50% of the profits will go directly to the American Red Cross to help victims of Sandy.  (The other 50% will be spent on stuff that I’ll eventually want to throw away.)

Ironically, preparing for a yard sale requires some shopping, which, as you know, is right up my alley.  Stay tuned…

Do you still have a stuffed animal or toy from your childhood?  Have you ever had a yard sale?

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