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I never would have believed you, if you had told
me when I was young and struggling to learn math skills, how much fun I would
have every year playing with the numbers in my garaging spreadsheet.
I know I’m not alone in remembering ‘word
problems’ as the worst. Who the heck cared how long it would take one train
going 25 MPH and another train going in the opposite direction at 35 MPH to pass
each other. Unless both trains were on the same track and you were riding on one of them –
then you might care.
But then you grow up and find out how much fun it
is to shop on driveways, and you start a spreadsheet to keep track of how much
your fun has cost you. And now it’s that time of year when I get out my spreadsheet and start playing with numbers. Who knew how satisfying yard sale math could turn out to be?
516: the number of items I
brought home. I have to admit I can hardly believe it! But when I look back at
previous years it’s not unusually high.
0: the cost of 43 items.
Many were in free boxes, including some really good stuff, like this Pendleton
throw.
Others were given to me by nice people. We’d get
into enjoyable conversations and before I left they’d be saying, “Oh, just take
it.” I’m good with that!
Books, magazines, DVDs, clothing, measuring cups, and
more, all free. Even a flamingo.
380: the number of items
for which I paid ten to fifty cents. So 82% of what I bought cost at most fifty
cents. From tea towels to dog collars to a cashmere coat
to sewing notions to dishes and adorable
ornaments…
…I could go on all day, couldn’t I? You probably
wish I wouldn’t. Okay, the fifty cent Fairy Godmother has granted your
wish!
96: the number of items for
which I paid $2 or more. You know I must seriously like something to spend that
much! And indeed, some of my favorites for the year cost more than my beloved
fifty cents. Like the Lincoln Beautyware canisters I’d been wanting for
years.
And a handsome glazed terra cotta egg. Zoe likes
it too.
I would have regretted not buying this fabbo
birdbath.
$35: The most I paid for a
single item in 2015, which was this vintage Kitchenaid mixer.
A Kitchenaid for $35,
wow, right? But I’m perfectly happy with the $20 one I found a couple of years
ago, and bought this for resale. I put an ad on Craigslist a few days before
Christmas, and it was snapped up by a very happy guy for $80 as a gift for his
wife. But speaking of reselling…
19,200%: the difference
between the fifty cents I paid for a mystery object and the profit I made on it.
This conversation piece turned out to be a Nikken Magboy, used for magnetic healing (identified by one of my dear blog
readers!)
and sold last month
on eBay. After paying all their fees, my profit was about $96. I also sold 3
sweaters for which I had paid a total of $4 for a profit of over $125. I like to
think it helps defray the overall cost of my garaging habit.
41%: The amount of this
year’s garaging that was paid for by reselling items I bought on
driveways.
$690.80: Yup, that’s the
total for my year o’ fun.
$15,056: my conservative
estimate of the retail value.
A lot of stuff for not a lot of money. And that’s
not even the best part of 2015. Back in April I got into conversation with a
nice lady at her sale, and we hit it off so well that we went to lunch a few days
later. And the week after that. Then she came garaging with Judy and me, and now
KK is one of my dearest friends. A new friend found on a driveway?
Priceless!
Between the holidays and the weather, we’re
traveling further afield this month to find sales. Last week we drove to the
little town of Sublimity (is that not a great name for a town?) for an estate
sale, and lucked into a second one while we were there.
I think I need a keeper though. or at least need
to stop talking to everyone and pay attention to the stuff I buy. I paid for
things at both sales that didn’t make it home with me, dang it. We’re talking
about a total of $2 in merchandise, so I’m not going broke because of it, but in
both cases I wanted the items. So from now on I’m planning to take two of my
canvas bags along – one to leave in the car to put purchases in, and the other
to take in to the sales with me to hold everything until I get it ALL back to
the car.
But while I didn’t get home with the cute little
wooden Steinbach ornament or the DVD of Steve Allen teaching a jazz piano lesson
(I’m REALLY sorry about that one, the copies I’m seeing online are about thirty
bucks!), it turned out to be that proverbial ill wind. I texted KK that I was
missing some items, and she did a thorough search of her car. Alas, did not find
the DVD or ornament, but she did find her missing sunglasses, and the
little case of Stickum I lost out of my pocket weeks ago.
And the sales were fun, and I still made it home
with some good stuff. Here’s an example of the fun: KK trying on the Mr. Magoo
glasses at our second stop.
I gleaned a few vintage textiles, including this
beautifully embroidered linen runner.
Even though the Steinbach ornie didn’t make it
home, this silver plated running gnome did.
He got much shinier after a bit of
polishing.
Two and a half yards of lovely wool fabric for a
couple of bucks, and I think it might possibly be Pendleton.
Couldn’t resist this framed picture of Hobbes the
tiger.
On the back, someone had taped a plastic sleeve
with the original strip it came from, which came out in 1992.
The second estate sale was handled by the family,
who had the sad task of clearing out their parents’ house. Dad had been a piano
tuner and there were several items connected to his profession for sale. And
that Steve Allen DVD.
I fell in love with this vintage
planter.
She’s currently holding the pens, pencils,
scissors and knitting needles I keep on my desk. Why yes, I do keep a few double
pointed knitting needles close at hand!
I tried to resist this fabulous bowl, but I’m glad
I didn’t.
It was made by Deb Shapiro, an Oregon potter.
Showed it to my SIL Linda the other day, and she has several pieces by the same
artist!
I like this glasses case better than the one that
came with my glasses. I’m loving my big round frames, but I think I’ll keep the
smaller ones that came with the case. I might want to try that style one of
these days.
My favorite find of
the day was actually the cause of the DVD not coming home with me. On a table
with lots of other random stuff I saw this wooden box and picked it
up.
I couldn’t figure out how to open it, so I asked
what it was. “Oh! Be careful!” one of the ladies exclaimed. “That is a Jack
in the box!” She said it with a real note of alarm in her voice. Apparently
one of them had accidently opened the box earlier and I guess it scared them all
when this popped out.
She’s not a scary figure – in fact, she's a fairy
godmother. She has her wand, and a bag full of wishes.
She was hand made in
Maine, probably back in the Eighties. I fell instantly in love. Ended up paying
two dollars for everything, so she was fifty cents. But before I left, I wanted
to know the secret of how to open the box. So I laid down all my finds, closed
up the wooden box again, and asked them to show me how it opened. And everyone
tried…and no one could get it open! We poked, we pried, we pushed, nothing worked.
Not to worry, I finally said, I’ll figure it out later. Gathered up my stuff and
off we went, and that must be when I didn’t pick up the DVD. Sigh.
But the good news is, it only took a few minutes
after I got home to learn the trick of opening the box. (You just press in a
certain spot on the front.) I don’t have Steve Allen, but I do have a fairy
godmother. I’m hoping she’ll let me have a few of those wishes in her bag, and
in the meantime, I’m finding that she is an excellent listener.