In the months before I began this blog, as I was reaching a breaking point, I stopped going to garage sales.
I didn’t know what to do with the stuff that was in my house, and I knew that every time I went “garage saling” I came home with more stuff.
I remember when I tried to do the Flylady thing, I was most horrified when she said that people like me shouldn’t go to garage sales. I thought I was different. I thought I could handle it.
I was in denial.
My problem is that I have a very hard time resisting the things I didn’t know I needed until I drove up to that particular house. But once I see these things, and find out they are “practically free” . . . I know that my life will not be complete without them.
Yesterday, I hit a few sales because hubby had taken the boys to do man-stuff and my daughter and I wanted to treasure hunt. I missed all of the best buys since my daughter somehow slept until almost 9:30.
This was good, as it followed my own advice about waiting until the sales are picked over. I was rather proud of myself leaving most of the sales empty-handed.
It was bitter-sweet.
But I did score a few things, like the must-have wicker dress-form above. I justified buying it because I could picture the exact spot where I would put it. Then, when I brought it home, I saw that the spot which was empty in my head was not empty in reality. It was filled with a shelf I purchased on a garage-saling day about a month ago.
Happily, I found her a place in the dining room.
I also found:
And I was excited about timing of this find:
Three baskets that I NEEDED for my bathroom drawer. And they gave me all three for a QUARTER.
I was impressed with my self-restraint. Two sets of minimal-space-taking needed items, and only one human-sized-totally-unnecessary one.