How far can $35 get you these days? One article of clothing? A cheap-ish dinner? A movie for two plus a pit stop at the snack bar? How about a hutch, decanter, cheese dome, pair of crystal candlesticks, a magazine holder, cookie cutters, AND 9 books? Yep. That sounds about right.
This weekend was our town's community garage sale. Let me tell you, this might just be my new favorite day of the year! Move over Thanksgiving and our anniversary, there's a new day to celebrate!
The community garage sale is an event around these quiet parts. Any house that wants to participate can by donating a small fee (I think it was around $10-15 dollars), and then on the appointed day (the last Saturday in July) those who want to unload some stuff and make some cash just hold a garage or yard sale...along with everyone else on the block. Our street was definitely grand central. People parked in front of our driveway and everyone was walking around with their finds.
We didn't participate because we sold/donated everything we didn't want when we moved, which was okay by me since it allowed me I hit every sale on our street. Oh, and then I made my way over to the other side of town to see if I could score some more. So um yeah, I ended up going to *literally* every garage sale. It's a problem people.
Armed with $100, I snagged some serious loot for way less; $35 freakin' dollars got me all of this:
Crystal candle sticks, $10 for the pair.
Cheese dome, $1.00.
Decanter, 50 cents!
Lands and Peoples vintage set of books that I hope to turn into art, $1.00.
Mid century modern umbrella holder(?) that we are currently using to stash commode reading material (too much info?), but could use to corral yoga mats or blueprints, $5.00.
And drumroll please, the crown jewel of the garage sale gems...a mid century hutch that I practically stole for, wait for it, $15.00!
Amazing. I am still pinching myself that I got a mid century hutch, and for $15 no less. I had been looking for one since we moved, and I was willing to pay a lot more, so I feel like I hit the lottery.
Ryan, who was skimming the ceiling, humored me as I ran about the neighborhood, making runs back to the house to drop off my wares and do a happy dance while exclaiming, over and over again, that it was the best day of the year. Man, it's a good thing he's not excitable, or I might just have had an aneurism.
I am still not sure where everything is going to go yet since the house is a bit torn apart. But once I find a home for everything and style the hutch (which will live behind the dining table, of that, I am sure), I will let you know.
In the meantime, I will share our plastering progress and a couple transformations as the week progresses.
What did you do this weekend?