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I always thought going to yard sales was a mildly fun Saturday activity, but then my husband introduced me to the fun of serious yard sale shopping. He doesn’t just shop; he does the “picking” thing of searching for potentially valuable antiques to then resell at a higher price (sometimes after a bit of clean-up). I’m not so much into that myself, though it is interesting to learn about antiques with him. For me, the fun of yard sale shopping is…
1) hanging out with him on a sunny Saturday morning,
2) seeing all the different people who live in the area and all the different kinds of stuff they have (okay, and sometimes actually talking to the people, too, as I gradually overcome my irrational shyness about intruding on their territory),
and, of course–
3) hoping to find good deals on things I need or want!
All of the items in my photo were “wants,” obviously. But I did get a new toaster recently for $1, after my old one broke (so it was arguably a “need”); the $1 one is still functioning perfectly. I just didn’t think it was pretty enough to merit inclusion in my photo.
And if I ever have kids, I know where to cheaply buy good clothes and toys and just about anything else kid-related!
As soon as I get out of the car at a yard sale, I scan for books. If I see them, I make a beeline over! Sometimes I’m not interested in the selection, but since I’ll read just about anything, I tend to find something I want more often than not. Then the question is just whether I’m willing to spend the pocket change on it.
Then—off to the next one!