The weather is beginning to get warmer, okay...it's beginning to get down right hot. Which can mean only one thing, yard sale season is just around the corner.
I'll admit that I am not someone who regularly gets up at the crack of dawn to travel around the Lower Valley in search of a good deal. However, I am still familiar with the satisfaction that comes with purchasing a piece of furniture for a couple of bucks. I will also say that even though I am not much of a morning person, there is something to be said for driving around with friends or family members at that time of the morning with a common goal - to get the best deal in town.
However, this weekend the shoe is going to be on the other foot. My friend Ivy is having a yard sale and I asked if I could bring a few things over. This means that instead of searching out good deals, we will be trying to give people some good deals.
But before we can give people any kind of deal, we have to find things to put out for sale. For me this has meant going through every box in the basement looking for those things that we no longer need.
Trying to find things to sell at the yard sale has been interesting. When we moved we had boxes that went directly from being stored in the attic to being stored in the basement. I, of course, thought that those boxes would house tons of things we obviously didn't need or use any more. But last night, as I dug through the boxes I discovered that parting with my things was harder than I imagined. I mean, who is going to buy a pile of old CDs that I listened to religiously in college? Who wants the coconut purse my mother brought me back from Hawaii? And is anyone really going to buy an unopened 2003 calendar?
I know the old adage that one person's junk is another person's treasure, but an old calendar? I just don't know. I also don't know if I'm ready to sell those things that have memories attached to them. I mean, I can still remember piling all my friends into the car and singing along to those old CDs. A little embarrassing, but still fun.
I will admit that going through all of those boxes there were some things I kept that I probably shouldn't have, but by the time I got to the last of the pile I found myself getting less and less attached to my junk. All of sudden it didn't matter that I was selling an old, unused birthday present or something my husband and I might not be able to use again 10 years from now.
Anyway, with the sorting done, I am definitely looking forward to spending the day ringing up sales with Ivy and getting rid of at least a little bit of my clutter. Now, if only I could get my husband to part with more of his junk.
. Elena Olmstead can be contacted at (509) 837-4500, or e-mail her at firstname.lastname@example.org