Country yard sale...

A friend of one of our tea ladies had a yard sale yesterday morning... their property is up on the main highway so it was just a short mile-and-a-half drive. I went up there wearing flat shoes... big mistake.  The tables for the sale were set up underneath a huge tree, which seemed to have been dropping branches here, there, and everywhere. I think me and my flat shoes found 88% of them.

I used to drive around to yard sales every weekend when we lived in Clear Lake. On any given Friday or Saturday, every subdivision had at least a dozen sales, and sometimes the entire subdivision got together and had a community-wide sale.  Haven't gone to many yard sales out here because of the distance one has to drive to get to just one sale.  There were so many times when I would see a sign stuck into the ground on a corner, with an arrow pointing one way or another... I'd follow that arrow, and keep going and going, and maybe six miles down the road, I'd see another arrow. That's when I'd turn around and tell myself that the time and the gas wasn't worth the trip. So now I only go to sales given by neighbors, and yard sales within the center of town where the streets are a block long, not miles long.

I did go back to that yard sale in the afternoon, though--- wearing boots. Better for stepping on branches, and also better for walking around in that high grass. Seems to me that it would have been better for everyone had that grass been cut down before setting up for a yard sale. But that seems to be the country way.... grass is grass and it's always growing, so why keep cutting it.  I have to laugh when my husband mows our lawn here and then takes out an edger to give the concrete along the driveway a much sharper look. He likes to make it perfect.... I just don't think it's worth the time and effort out here in the Hills... no one is handing out "Yard of The Month" awards here in this country bubble.

The second stop at that yard sale resulted in an armful of books and boxed note cards, plus a few accessories for possible Halloween costumes next month. I look around my house and see paintings and porcelain and decorative items that I bought at yard sales years ago... and all of my vintage wicker furniture came from moving sales. I miss all those great yard sales back in Clear Lake, especially since going to them provided 95% of my inventory for my spaces in an antique co-op store.