Here’s the forecast. Let’s try again next weekend? Hopefully I’ll still have stuff to sell. I’m pulling so much out of the pile that it’s disgusting. But I’m also putting more stuff in.


My husband and I need to plan ahead so at this point, even if we wake up at 6am and it’s dry and sunny and 70 degrees with a rainbow and raining dollar bills, donuts and coffee, we still WILL NOT have the sale tomorrow. Don’t show up at the house unless you want to help with yard work and get shot with an air soft gun.


A few photos. Don’t be asking me to hold anything or how much something is. Aren’t I the pleasant one? I’ve got “I’m-all-ready-for-a-yard-sale-and-can’t-have-it because-it-might-thunderstorm-itus.” It makes me grumpy.


Boxes of fabric.

And a garage full of crap. I mean really great stuff. I’m not selling furniture but for a broken legged parson’s chair and a piano that I’ve yet to return emails about. I’ve got size 6-7 boys clothes and just some weird odds and ends. I hope someone actually buys something.