This was the garage-sale room. For two weeks the guest room was full of miscellaneous items; exercise equipment, old clothes, un-used vases and frames. This is what it looked like after the yard-sale; still cluttered with a few meager things bound for the trash, but relatively unscathed.
Unlike me. I was definitely scathed.
I always underestimate a garage sale (or in our case, carport sale). Thank goodness for my extremely organized neighbor who thought of everything (extra tables, strong coffee at 5:45 in the morning). But there is something so exhausting about watching people peruse your stuff, haggle over a fifty cent item that they want for a quarter.
Even more exhausting was the point at which I realized I was not a teenager anymore. I sat on the driveway, enjoying the sun for several hours, my derriere resting happily, although obliviously, on the hard pavement.
And then late Sunday night I realized I couldn't move. It felt like my spinal column had collapsed into my tail bone. My nose was sunburned and I kept waking up during the night shouting "NO! I will not sell that vase for $1.00!"
But all in all, it was definitely worth it. I made a lot more money than I thought I would, and even more importantly, my husband sold his elliptical. Has anyone ever tried to work out on a wobbly elliptical? It's not only embarrassing, but also fairly dangerous. But that's another story for another time.
Hopefully I'll roust up enough energy to clean my ransacked guest bedroom this week. But until then, I'll be applying aloe vera to my nose and sitting on pillow.