I have a new hobby. A joy. A passion if you will. It's called garage sales in Michigan. Some garage sales make you want to jump into a pool of hand sanitizer and get tested for herpes after touching piles of junk. That is not a Michigan garage sale. Michigan garage sales are the mecca for all second hand shopping converts. I am allergic to buying new clothes or getting clothes at the mall. I support people who do, I just rather buy mine second hand so going to Michigan garage sales was a dream come true. Everything is so nice and organized you feel like you just walked into an outdoor GAP. I love a good deal. I just do. It's in my blood. Friday, Becky, Kerry (my sister in laws) and I headed out and found treasures. We laughed so hard that my stomach hurt after some lady gave me a free bra and I bought a blow up fish for a pool I don't have and I couldn't hear anything going on in the front seat because I was crammed under a large picture and chair that Kerry bought.
Saturday morning Mom Seibold and I headed out in an empty suburban with $100 cash. We returned 2 hours later with a suburban crammed, literally crammed full and $2 left over. I couldn't have been happier. It was such a fun unforgettable morning. My number one treasure happened when I saw this little guy for $1 sitting on a table:
Yes. I now own a real shark in formaldehyde for the same price that people pay for a jr. bacon cheeseburger. Let's just say I have the perfect white elephant gift for this Christmas...
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