The Wait Is Over

I finally got the book I ordered, but best of all I had the garage sale today.

I really didn't feel like waking up at five-thirty on a Saturday morning, so I snoozed a little while longer until I actually got up. When I finally got out of bed I made myself a cup of hot cocoa, got dressed, and waited in the garage for people to show up. Crazy enough a few people came around six and bought a handful of my  stuff. There was a bit of confusion at first because I didn't have enough change, so my mom owed me money, but then I owed her money. Once we were even we kept purchases strictly separate.

My mom and I spent most of our day yesterday preparing for the garage sale. We figured out a way to hang our clothes with some straps and wooden poles hanging from hooks on the ceiling. We filled two tables with all kinds of stuff. Kitchen stuff, purses, belts, toys, you name it. We were getting rid of a lot of stuff.

Between my mom, dad, and I we started arguing about prices. I was trying to sell a new pair of Converse that I wore twice, but were just too small. A few people had asked how much and when I said fifteen dollars, they put them back. My mom would tell me I was loosing customers because I was pricing too high. Of course this frustrated me because they normally sell for forty-five, so fifteen was already less than half. Finally after several customers I told some lady ten, then she asked for seven, so I just said yes. For starters, they were given to me, so I didn't even pay for them, so I tried to remember that I was trying to get rid of things. I tried to make it more about getting rid of it than how much money I was going to make.

It got really crazy around seven. Soon we had our garage packed with people while we were all trying to keep an eye on customers, add up costs, and keep our money separate. Things were going great. After the mob of customers we were noticing how much we had already sold. It still looked like I had a lot of clothes, but I knew how much I was selling too.

As it got closer to ten we saw how empty our garage was starting to look. And those who were still coming around, we began to "make deals" with people. I was selling tank tops for fifty cents each and there were three left and some lady asked about them so I told her all three for one dollar. I had two jackets priced at three bucks each and sold them for four.

Maybe I could have sold some stuff for more, but whatever profit I could make was money I didn't have before, so I knew I was going to be happy with whatever I made. In the end I made a little over one hundred dollars. Money that will go towards my Coachella weekend!

Now that its over I get my table back so I can start sewing and making outfits for Coachella! And I kept some of my dad's sweaters that had cool patterns on them.