yard saleI'm trying hard to simplify this year, but it's not easy for a borderline hoarder. I could have furnished a whole apartment with the furniture I had stored in my attic - all from years of thrifting and inheritances. We had at least ten chairs in our attic, plus other larges pieces like a wardrobe and a couple mattresses. I have four more chairs being delivered this week...needless to say, it was time for a yard sale.
So, we had one over the weekend. The goal was to raise enough money to buy a bike for me, as I've been riding Bobby's brother's bike the last five. The goal was attainable. It's not like I'm some fixed-gear hipster - a super stylin'
Schwinn from Target is all I need to pedal Avery all over town.

And we dragged all the furniture into our front yard and made a few neon signs. And the more I tried to sell some of the pieces, the more I realized I couldn't part with them. So, two chairs, one table and a nightstand were brought back inside.
But enough items were sold to reach our goal! So we immediately drove to Target and...no bike. Sold out. So we drove to another Target. Again - sold out. We called another. Sold out everywhere. Buzz kill.
In other news, while rooting through the attic last week I found this:

Charming, yeah? So, not all was lost.

And the lovely Richelle stopped by the yard sale to deliver this:

The tall cream-colored vintage pitcher is from her online shop -
Hopgrasser. I swear, it was made to sit on that shelf. Thanks, Richelle!
So, I got rid of stuff only to accumulate more the same day. Such is life.