This coming weekend is Art-A-Whirl, a Northeast Minneapolis event full of gallery open-houses (free wine! free cheese!), bazaars, outdoor bands, and garage sales every couple of houses.
As has been previously discussed, I love a garage sale. What’s that, you say? You have odd bits of string for sale – cheap? Well hell yeah! Let me at it!
Let’s see. I’ve bought furniture, appliances, winter boots, pithy little sayings burnt onto wooden plaques, greeting cards – I even bought a pair of underwear at a garage sale once. No one believes me about that, but it’s true. They still had the tags on them. People act shocked, but I think they’re just jealous. A pair of $12 underwear for 75 cents?
That there’s a deal, my friend.
I defy you to pick them out from any of my store-bought underwear.
Go ahead. I’ll wait.
Anyway, here come the garage sales for Art-A-Whirl, and it’s time for this gal to give back to the community.
So here I sit, a pile of superfluous “stuff” in front of me, holding a roll of masking tape and a Sharpie.
How much for the books? Fifty cents seems fair. Used shirts? Used pants? Shoes, framed art, kitchen magnets, purses? Fifty cents.
That Mighty Mouse t-shirt? The little zippered cosmetic bags that seem to come with everything? That weird collection of tiny hotel soaps? You got it: fifty cents.
See, it’s not really about making money. It’s about clearing out what you don’t need anymore, what you outgrew, or what just isn’t cool anymore.
And going out and partying like Gary Busey on the proceeds.
Can I interest you in a tiny bar of soap?
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