Had all the same old characters except they were different people. You know. The grumpy ones, the silly ones, the too friendly ones and the ones that just want you to give them everything for nothing so they can go to the flea market and sell it at a good profit margin for themselves. Don't get me wrong, I get that but really? It the same old madness, new junk.
The wonderful parts now. Having dinosaurs and pirate ships to sell and watching little boys swoon and figure out which one (or two) they can buy and have a magickal adventure. Or for that matter the grandparents who have the same sweet happy faces as they purchase dolls or dragons to give to their grandchildren and the long conversations about how lovely it is to be a grandparent. Or the young families who come and get just the right shelf or knick knack or utensil for their homes.
I never charge what I set out to get. I always let my heart dictate the advantage of knowing we've blessed someone else by not taking advantage of them. And the next curmudgeon comes along and it turns out they just needed to talk to some one for a moment and they end up buying something on a whim.
There was a jolly Hispanic gentleman who came up with a smile that told it all. He was at peace within himself. I had saved huge tomato cans for goodness knows what, we have used them for one of everything and I had about 20 of them in a couple of boxes. He asked the price. I told him 50 cents a piece or if he took a whole box then 1 dollar. He came over to me gave me a $5 and said he would take both boxes. I tried to give him the change but he insisted he was happy giving me that amount no change necessary. Then he came back after loading the cans in his truck and said he would be back with my "tin man" later in the week. I was in shock. He makes tin men out of the restaurant size cans, I've seen his work at Old Town in a shop there. I told him how crazy I am about The Wizard of Oz and how delightful it would be to have one of his creations. And then what he said gave me goose bumps. He said, "I could tell that you had the Tin Man's heart by the way you treated me, mucho gusto".
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Every day. Being nice matters and it always will. Gerea and I both cried at what he had said. It's a good thing to be a nice person.
And so, at noon on Saturday, we put our orphans and leftovers in boxes and drove them to ReTail, the Animal Humane Societies thrift store, put our tables away and called it happy.
I will have another yard sale. This one will be for fabric and craft items and be in October sometime. So now begins the great gleaning of years of hoarding fabric. I fear the saying that the one with the most fabric wins, is a false one. I must let go of years of buying cottons, upholstery fabric and trimmings. I'm even going to be selling some of my vintage buttons, and notions. There's only so much time for such things. I am going to re open my Etsy shop OmaLinda's Boondoggle Emporium and list some of the vintage things. So I'll let you know when, in case you might use some of the pretties for arting things.
I'm tired but happy that once again I put myself out there with real live people and experienced life. I shall endeavor to do that more often.
Smooches and Squoozes, Oma Linda