Life in the Boomer Lane’s neighborhood yard sale was yesterday. This year, the neighborhood combined forces with two other neighborhoods. In total, 125 families deposited all of their unwanted items in front of their houses, grabbed their cash boxes, and prepared to negotiate the value of something they didn’t want anymore. It was like selling a house, except one doesn’t end up with hundreds of thousands of dollars and a nagging fear that one is in for a lawsuit the first time the purchasers fall asleep and the dog next door starts barking its head off every time he hears the slightest sound during the night.
If one could put all of the yard sale items back to back, and LBL isn’t sure she understands why anyone other than a professional who was actually being paid to do that would want to, the items would probably circle the globe several times. Or else they would go several blocks. Either way, it’s a lot of stuff.
Something happens when items lose their usual place in the home and end up on a table with a bunch of other random items. We can’t remember why we ever bought them or why anyone else would want to buy them but we are fairly sure that we will hold out for a premium price for each item.
This time, LBL invited several clients who she had just sold houses to bring any items they didn’t want anymore. Unfortunately for LBL, they took her up on her offer. She now added a glittery apple the size of a large pumpkin, an appointment book from 2009, and an oven mitt obviously made from nuclear waste. She also added about 100 other items, all with their own histories and associations. Many were gifts, in the category of “Why did I ever think this person was my friend if they would give this kind of thing to me?”
Two items were gifts from a man who did LBL’s client wrong. They were relatively tasteful gifts, but T (as we will call the client) didn’t want to keep anything that would remind her of him, and they were things that she didn’t want anyway so it didn’t matter. LBL noted that neither item was a piece of expensive jewelry or designer clothing. One was a large framed photo of a concrete cherub. The other was an ornate Pottery Barn photo frame. Cherubs, being unusually popular yard sale items, along with tools and knock off purses, sold almost immediately. The photo frame languished alongside other tasteful and unused photo frames.
Now Husband’s major contribution to the sale was six or seven unused personal flotation devices (bright orange life jackets). LBL suspected there was a closeout of PFDs at the local West Marine, or else Now Husband was planning a business involving taking people out on his sailboat who were terrified of the water. LBL gave the PFDs little or no chance of being sold. About an hour into the sale, a woman came along who snatched up all of them. She said, “I came to these sale to find two items. This was one.” LBL is still trying to guess what the other might be.
LBL, in an annual attempt to get rid of items and not accumulate more, never walks the neighborhood to see what exciting items others are desperate to divest themselves of. But this year, she broke her rule, the rule being “Don’t buy other people’s crap.” She waited until five minutes before the yard sale was scheduled to end and walked around the corner to see what was there.
At the first house, a small ceramic bowl caught her eye, primarily because it belonged to her. She turned it over to verify and sure enough, her friend’s initials were on the bottom. The bowl was part of a set her friend had made for her. It was now being sold for $2. The neighbor saw LBL examining the bowl and said, “It’s not mine. Someone left it here and we didn’t know who it was.” LBL of course answered that it was her bowl and the neighbor said, “You left it here! Hurray! Now you have it back!” She didn’t charge $2 for it. LBL took the bowl, happy to have it back and mystified since she had never been inside the neighbor’s house.
At the next house, LBL’s across-the-street neighbor who she was walking with, bought a life-size stuffed dog, to go with her actual breathing dog. This made sense to her and delighted the seller.
The next house had the dregs of leftovers that a young family with two boys have. Most involved electronic games and XXX. But there, almost hidden by other items along the fence was an almost brand new, high quality Buzz Lightyear spacesuit for $3. LBL scored. (Readers note: The Buzz Lightyear spacesuit was for LBL’s 5-year-old grandson, not Now Husband. If he wants to dress as Buzz Lightyear, he will have to buy his spacesuit himself.
All in all, it was a successful day, LBL having divested herself of numerous items to people who will probably try to sell them later at their own yard sales. And, for those readers who are consumed with the mystery of the small ceramic bowl, you should know that LBL was telling another neighbor the story. When she said, “The strange thing is that I have never been to L’s house for dinner,” the neighbor said, “Oh, we have been there a ton.” Then, the light dawned, and she continued. “I think you must have left the bowl at our house when you came for dinner, and then we used it when we went to L’s house and forgot to take it home.”
This all makes perfect sense to LBL, who is just happy to have her bowl back and has already started to accumulate items for the next sale. Is anyone out there interested in a glittery apple the size of a large pumpkin?
fearlessanalyst
June 16, 2014
Hilarious! Just went through the same thing in my neighbourhood. Hardly bought a thing 🙂
Roy Sexton (Reel Roy Reviews)
June 16, 2014
I still regret things I got rid of in yard sales. I hate having them.
Life in the Boomer Lane
June 18, 2014
All you have to do is start going to other people’s yard sales and pay to get everything back.
Roy Sexton (Reel Roy Reviews)
June 18, 2014
Genius!
wordsfromanneli
June 16, 2014
I wish I could have brought you a truckload of donations from my house for the sale.
Life in the Boomer Lane
June 18, 2014
And I’m glad I didn’t tell you I was having a yard sale.
wordsfromanneli
June 18, 2014
Oh darn! I missed it!
katecrimmins
June 16, 2014
I am always astounded at the junk…umm….treasures that are at these sales. My now husband did sell his dining room set (at a good price too) at one of these. I am not patient enough to collect my junk in one spot for the annual event. If I did you can be sure it will pour and be generally awful weather-wise.
Life in the Boomer Lane
June 18, 2014
The collecting part is awful. Better to just keep using the stuff until the last minute, then tear through the house and gather everything up.
Jill Foer Hirsch
June 16, 2014
Yard sales persist in being outdoors, which precludes me from attending. Maybe if someone started having den sales or kitchen sales, in air-conditioned environs, I could buy other people’s crap too!
Life in the Boomer Lane
June 18, 2014
You have a point. And if they served food, even better.
Gayle's Craft Room
June 16, 2014
You make me lol everytime! I have a similar story to your bowl discovery. Years ago before having children we had a lovely golden lab named Sam, who had the habit of getting loose. Sam always seemed to bring home treasures for us like large branches, dead animals etc once he actually brought over this really nice corell platter that even matched my set. I was so happy I was bragging to my neighbor who was over for tea. As I pulled out of it’s new home in the cupboard she said “that is mine!” Embarrassed I said I washed it up and was waiting for the owner to come for a visit. When my husband got home I told him, he immediately pulled out the dozen or so tools Sam has arrived with….oops! Quite the dog we had, I came home one day to find him on the roof….but that story is for another day lol!
Love your blog……………….Gayle
Life in the Boomer Lane
June 18, 2014
Thanks, Gayle. That is a fantastic story. You should write a blog post about that.
Shelley
June 16, 2014
How in the world do you find the photos for your blog? Don’t tell me he is one of your neighbors?!
Life in the Boomer Lane
June 18, 2014
My neighbors look more like aging hippies than whatever this guy is. Virtually all of my photos come from Google. The hunt is always great fun.
Sunshinebright
June 16, 2014
LBL, as usual, you have won me over. I always loved garage sales – I had 3 before I moved from Long Island, NY, and my daughter, here is South Florida, has had 3. I was there, helping with that. It’s hard work, make no mistake. But, it feels good to say goodbye to “stuff” that has been just lying around and had no value to us anymore.
Life in the Boomer Lane
June 18, 2014
That’s how I feel. They are a lot of fun. I wore a tiara at this one. Everyone was impressed. I should have sold tiaras instead of junk.
chlost
June 16, 2014
Yard sales mystify me. All of these people trading their junk with others…sometimes exchanging it for money.
Then I learned of the Route 66 yard sale event, with yard sales along miles of that highway. Wow. That is taking a crazy idea to the extreme.
My question to you as to your bowl—why would the neighbor not return it to you, if your initials were on the bowl rather than keeping it, using it, and ultimately leaving it behind at another person’s house? Very strange all around.
Life in the Boomer Lane
June 18, 2014
The initials were those of my friend who made the bowl. And the neighbors had no idea who brought the bowl when the dinner was over. That’s happened to me as well, when I have large dinner parties. Although I guess they could have sent an email to everyone, right?
ermigal
June 16, 2014
I’ve grown to hate garage sales, both having them and going to them. When I did have them, I just about gave the stuff away (when my “Now Husband” was out of earshot), just to get rid of it! The Salvation Army is the way to go, imo. And I fervently hope that guy in the picture is no relation to you. Good post. 🙂
Life in the Boomer Lane
June 18, 2014
I almost sold Now Husband’s bike at the last sale. Luckily, he came out of the house just in time. Luckily for me, that guy n the photo belongs to another family.
Valentine Logar
June 17, 2014
I always find yard sales fascinating. I do not have the patience for them myself, partly because I would have to sit and talk to complete strangers as they bargained with me, but also, this is Texas and it is simply too hot.
Life in the Boomer Lane
June 18, 2014
It would be terrible in the heat. We had a glorious day.
Betty Londergan
June 17, 2014
I hope that photo is from your actual neighborhood!
Life in the Boomer Lane
June 18, 2014
I would consider moving.
pegoleg
June 17, 2014
I’d buy your cast-off junk in a heartbeat, Renee. Except the ginormous, glittery apple. As if anyone would want THAT! If you had any ginormous, glittery pomegranates, however, we’d be talking major sale here.
Life in the Boomer Lane
June 18, 2014
The owner of the apple probably has a pomegranate stashed away somewhere, as well.
divorce1943
June 17, 2014
My older son (45 years now) lamented the fact that I sold all his Star Wars stuff in a garage sale. I don’t remember doing it, but hey, with 4 kids anything can happen. Well, my younger son just told me that older son got a call from a friend who said -‘hey kid, i have 4 big boxes stored in my basement and you had better get them or i throw them out’. Guess what they were? Your right! He had packed up the Star Wars and hid them at his friends house. I am happy to say that he presented my 3 little granddaughters with the surprise of their lives – all the boxes of Star Wars. He still hasn’t told me that they have been found. Younger son is still looking for space to store them. What goes around, comes around.
Either way, mother is innocent.
Sunshinebright
June 17, 2014
Love this story as an addendum to LBL’s garage sale story. Do you think your son will ever tell you he hid them?
Life in the Boomer Lane
June 18, 2014
My older son is still reminding me of the fact that I sold his Star Wars stuff. I explained that I had PTSD from raising three children, but he didn’t buy it. Yours, on the other hand, had a happy ending.
divorce1943
June 17, 2014
If I remember, I will approach him about it. Should be another good story.
tinkerbelle86
June 18, 2014
Ooh ooh, pick me for the apple! I love hoarding glittery stuff! 🙂
Life in the Boomer Lane
June 18, 2014
Darn. I should have saved the apple and held a contest for it.
anitascribbles
June 20, 2014
I’ still waiting for the right moment to sell a chandelier, identical to one that sold on eBay for $1,200. Well, maybe not quite identical. How about “$1,000 OBO” (and I’ll take anything over $50.)
Life in the Boomer Lane
June 22, 2014
We have the same problem with the Pope’s head.
Susan in TX
June 21, 2014
So sorry–or is that delighted?–that the Buzz Lightyear suit isn’t for Now Husband. Still laughing. Thanks!
Life in the Boomer Lane
June 22, 2014
You are welcome. he is as delighted as your are.
Lorna's Voice
June 25, 2014
Yard sales: either you love them or you hate them! I don’t like them. But they are sometimes a necessary evil to have. I really hate it when I notice a gift I’ve given is out on someone’s table. OUCH!
By the way, great opening picture! Made me laugh… 🙂
Life in the Boomer Lane
June 26, 2014
Oh, I couldn’t sell several things because I knew the gift givers would be there and see them. Sigh….
benzeknees
June 30, 2014
I once picked up a beautiful little table at a yard sale at a beach once for $5. The bottom is carved wood, very intricate in an oriental design. The removable top is made of brass with a fluted edge. It stands about 20 inches high. It’s perfect for putting a large plant on in the window. I have had this table & carried it through multiple moves over the last 14 years. I still love it every time I look at it.
esgfan57
June 10, 2019
I must say, LBL’s writing makes the late Erma Bombeck(R.I.P.)’s work look like secondary school level composition. I loved this piece!
Life in the Boomer Lane
June 11, 2019
Oh my. I am going to pint this, frame it, and put it on my wall.