You've seen the neat pictures of French brocantes with all the lovely linens, old silver, interesting yard ornaments, and all sorts of things that you just need to have ... right?
Well, here in Central Virginia we have a little less style. After weeks of dragging Mitchell into the attic, and into the storage area under the house, and into his shed, yesterday we had our first yard sale in about 20 yea
The thing that we have learned is that in yard sales, as in real estate, it's location, location, location. Our last two yard sales took place when we lived on much busier streets with nearby apartment buildings. Here in the suburbs we had much less traffic. But still ... gone are all the small appliances and electronics; gone the Christmas ornaments and decorations; gone the kitchen ware; gone the lawnmower I no longer use.
We sold about one third, donated another third to Goodwill and sent the rest to a flea market with our neighbor who is skill in such things.
Money was not the object. What we have now is a clean attic and lots of clear space under the house. The shed is still pretty much too filled, but that is a battle for another day.
