My grandma and I had been discussing hosting a garage sale for months, and finally the day had arrived. She advertised it on the radio, made large street signs and I agreed to help her post it on "The Kijiji". My alarm goes off, it's 8am. I worked till 3am the previous night, but that's ok, it's garage sale day. I arrive at my granny's as she's all set up and open for business in the garage. I begin pricing the few items I'm hoping to sell. I finish pricing and set up with my book and a lawn chair in the back alley. I can see why people sit in their backyards drinking beer all summer. My grandma mentions "one cup of coffee left" and I head to the kitchen. I pour myself the lukewarm drip coffee and (obviously) snag two (of the best) chocolate chip cookies on my way out. I sit back down in my lawn chair and enjoy the surrounding gardens and trees. Our first garage-saler arrives. It's my granny's neighbour. I continue to lay in the sun as I listened to my very own live version of The Golden Girls:
Granny: "So, are you still in the craft guild?"
Neighbour: "No! It's much too clicky for me."
G: "Oh really? I never found it to be clicky. I miss it actually. I focused on crochet. I still crochet sometimes."
N: "Yeah, the little groups there are just too much for me. My specialty was cross stitch and needle point."
As granny continued to sell her cute pieces of jewelry and random knick knacks for 25 cents I sat silently in the corner holding down the fort, trying to keep my cool when wasps flew by. Our next garage-saler arrived. Looking through my uncles antiques, he didn't find anything that peaked his interest. He approached my bin of CD's listed as 'FREE' and rummaged through them, finding a few keepers (ACDC & Billy Idol). He insisted he give me $2. I refused and he left it on the table. I made my first sale (?).
After that, we had little to no traffic for an hour or so. She talked to me about how she had been living in the house since '59 and it was all wheat fields before the neighbourhood was developed:
Me: "Grandma, when did you quit smoking?"
Grandma: "I quit smoking in '65. Bill Downie said that if I quit smoking he would give me something. I quit smoking but he died right after."
C: "So you never got to find out what he was going to give you?"
G: "No! I didn't!"
She mentions how the people across the alley don't maintain their garden and it's starting to over grow and spread seeds all over the place. She then begins to groom her shrubs as the slow period continues.
The construction sounds from next door come to a halt and 6 roofers walk into the garage. I don't acknowledge them as they admire and old set of golf clubs and my grandma beings her sales pitch. She should be a sales woman--they bought the clubs. +$20 for Uncle Ken. The roofers leave and an elderly couple arrives. The woman is bargaining with granny to give her a large basket of yarn for $2 instead of $5. She accepts the deal as the man buys a 3-iron for $5. I'm a silent observer.
I take a gander through the sales tables and notice a cute vintage purse my granny is selling for $2. She insists I take it. I attempt to give her $2; she refuses. I discretely leave it on the table. Back to square one.
Photo's by Garbiel Churchill