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On the Hunt
Looking for that Something Special in Somebody Else’s Stuff
There’s something about garage sales. There’s a sense of adventure — what will I find? Also, competition — who will beat me to the sacred treasure?
I do my best to avoid them most of the time. People sell a lot of junk. The last thing I need in my house is more junk.
But last night I was driving home from meeting a friend and I saw the sign: “Garage Sale, Opens at 10 am.”
10 am! Brilliant. Most of them start at 8 or 9 and people park outside the house at 7 am wanting to get to the “good stuff” right when the seller opens their garage/store.
I always thought it was obligatory to start a garage sale bright and early. I may get up early, but I move slow. You won’t find me at garage sales, flea markets, or charity rummage sales anytime before 10 am, and that’s pushing it.
So, my husband and I took a stroll through our neighborhood at the crack of noon to see what wares were available at rock bottom prices.
At one house I spotted two brown, living room chairs, leather or faux leather, low to the ground. Cocoon-like. Comfy. Exactly the kind of chair I like to sit in and write. Unfortunately, there was no place for them in our house.
