After all the hard work and fretting over selling all my baby items in a garage sale a few weeks ago, the sale itself was a colossal bust.
It was such a miserable failure, that we ended up having the garage sale AGAIN this past Saturday also.
Prior to the first garage sale, Tate and I were certain that we were going to become members of the nouveau riche with the millions of dollars we were going to make. People were going to see our newly acquired vast wealth with our extended holidays to Malta, our Ferrari’s, and our 64,000 square foot homes. The other nouveau riche would whisper behind our backs at posh parties in the Hamptons, “how do you think they made their money? Was it in the stock market?” Their in-the-know nouveau riche friends would say, “No! Didn’t you hear? They made all their money in selling baby items at a garage sale. Their baby swing sold for a cool 3.2 mil.”
Oh how we’d foolishly spent the money in our heads.
The dismal failure of our garage sale looked like this: ONLY about 4 or 5 of Carson’s baby clothes sold at our first sale. Not even one of Ella’s baby clothes sold, nobody even LOOKED at them. Our only “big ticket” baby item to sell was our changing table. Our swing? Our baby papasan? Our bouncy seat? Our exersaucer? Our high chair? NOT SOLD. We ended up making about $200, which is nothing to sneeze at, but it certainly isn’t going to buy a 300 ft. yacht.
So this past weekend we decided to have another sale. My expectations were far less grand than the previous weeks. I’d be happy to simply GET RID of all the stuff, I was willing to let the stuff go for far less than I’d originally intended. And thank goodness I had low expectations.
I did sell a good chunk of Carson’s clothes, though I still have two completely full totes of his clothes. Again, NOT ONE of Ella’s baby clothes sold, nor did anyone even look at them. The only other baby item to sell was the high chair. We made $50, not even enough to buy a week’s worth of groceries.
If I were the religious type, I’d think Jesus Himself was trying to tell us something. “My child! Stop being greedy. Fulfillment cannot be found in riches. Also, you’re going to need your baby girl clothes,” He said with a raise of his eyebrows and a smirk.