Yard sale this Saturday. I've been putting price stickers on stuff all week. I placed an ad in the paper (too expensive!) and was sure to say "no early birds!" in big, not-so-friendly letters. I wanted to say: "We will not come out of the house until 7:55am. So quit ringing the doorbell and piss off!"
I'm scared.
There is a ton of stuff to do to get ready. My list keeps growing. It's fun...mostly...but I've had some serious pricing conundrums over the last few days. I fear I'm asking too much or too little for stuff...and that it makes me a bad person if I'm asking too much. Hey, I'm poor. Even though that printer was free to me and it probably only cost $30, I still want $20 for it. $20 won't even cover the newspaper ad. Sheeesh.
I'm afraid that I will have minor breakdowns every time something of mine is sold. I need to learn to let go. Seriously.
I think we're going to put Fabio out on the porch with a big "YARD SALE" sign...and another sign that says "Fabio is NOT FOR SALE. He lives here." (Fabio is life-size and made out of cardboard. Very special.)
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