I heart yardsaling

In a big way. I love it. And yes, to any fourth grader reading this blog, I should probably marry it. But I kind of did since it was actually my husband who helped me discover this passion I now have for raiding other people's junk. This morning my little sister and sister-in-law and I spent 4 hours and came home with loads of goodness. With approximately $9.00 (all of which came from our change jar) I acquired a pretty cool mirror, a snowman decoration, a bottle for Tic, 7 shirts, 2 skirts, 1 sweater, a Noah's Ark stuffed animal toy, a cute stuffed bear, 2 hats for dress ups, a very nice coat and shorts for my honey, a kids book about the human anatomy, thee cutest peasant dress for my daughter, and one package of strawberry flavored Bubblicious! Beat that Savers or DI.

FYI: This is for anyone I have now tempted to join my ranks. There are three major dangers in yardsaling. One: not one object is safe in your neighbor's yard between the months of April and October (depending on the weather or course). It's been more than once that I've attempted to buy things people were not selling, in yards where a sale was not being held. Two: Whenever someone compliments anything I am wearing I cannot help but tell them where I found it and how much it cost. It's one of those annoying things about me that I totally recognize but cannot control. And Three: yarsalers are not out early Saturday morning to be careful, law abiding citizens. We drive slow, we don't always see stop signs, we park illegally, etc. Our eyes are on the lawns, not on the road:)