I’m still recovering from the weekend.

Imagine a village bootsale. The village closes its streets to traffic and everyone sets up their stand – at 6 in the morning. And until 6 pm, there is a constant flow of people through the village, coming to find treasure (because one man’s junk is another man’s treasure…)

Case in point.

I got five old lawn chairs out of the junk heap last year.
I scraped them and washed them off.

I sold them for 75$ yesterday.

To me they were cute old chairs. To my husband, they were horrible junk. Now they’re someone’s treasure. The woman who bought them can’t wait to sand and paint them.

I didn’t buy any treasure yesterday – I sold my junk. I sold books, chairs, old toys, old clothes, old purses, and a couple dishes. I mostly chatted with my friends Andrea and Lynn who came to share the space in front of my house. We had three tables, a rack of clothes, and countless cardboard boxes loaded with stuff. I made sandwiches, coffee, and tea for everyone. There were seven children in and out of the house. Today I have to do lots of cleaning. But I’m still recuperating. I will clean later. After I’ve had another coffee. Or two.

It’s been a long weekend!

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