What about Day 1? That was yesterday, and yesterday is over, pal! And really the bargains don't happen til tomorrow (Day 3), by which I mean Sunday, in case you're reading this Sunday (in case I don't finish writing this til Sunday). Half-price Sunday at the ol' Garage Sale. GAH-ridge Sale, sez da Brits. Grodge, sesame.
You like antique furniture? Whaddya? Too modern? Looka dese treshuhs:
|The Oregonian, Sunday, May 27, 1951 - "Gaunt, fiery" De Valera stages a comeback!|
|Terrific progress in the field of handicraft weaving!|
|Hip end tables - try to find a better price! Go on, try, you big shot!|
Friday was a success. The early birds were here at 9 (hey, gramps, the ad said 10 -- who cares if you ate your eggamuffin too early?). No complaints, though, we (Adam & Josh, not Erin & me) sold a bunch.
Today, hot Saturday, the sun ever so buoyant, we saw fewer customers, but had a swell time basting on the driveway. I went undercover as a customer:
And tried a little creative marketing on some items:
|No, I DON'T think it's "too soon."|
Start a wolf pack of your own! Come on down to the Basement Gang's Antique & the Such As Garage Sale! It's half-price Sunday!