Have you ever had a garage sale? Oh my word, it is so humiliating. There you are, your whole life is laid out on your driveway. Then people come and sift through all of your stuff and toss it aside, like it doesn't even mean anything. They make comments and stiffle little giggles. You're thinking "What? It was in STYLE back then, I swear!". All the while you have to sit there in your little lawnchair and try to avoid making eye contact. Oh, it is so awful. All those beautiful outfits that have so many memories for Gwen? No one cares. They weren't even worth a dollar to them. I totally expected to hear squels of delight..."OH! What a BEAUTIFUL dress! What exquisite taste this woman must have to dress her daughter so tastefully.". Nope.
Then you can't help but wonder if the reason no one bought your exercise equipment is because they took one look at you and decided it must not work. Ouch.
And then there's the people who drive by and peer down their nose at the stuff on your lawn while driving slowly and then speed away. What? My stuff's not good enough for ya? Huh? Huh? You wanna piece of me? (no, they don't that's why they didn't stop).
I do that too though, so I guess I can't blame them.
I don't think I can stomache another garage sale, ever. I don't even know how much money we made, I just know it wasn't worth it. Too much work and discomfort. Oh, the whole thing is horrendously awkward.
I just know the next time I go to a garage sale, I will make little exclaims of how wonderful all of their stuff is, even if I don't buy anything. Just so they'll know that they have lived a worthwhile life.
It really is hard to lay it all out there for everyone to sift through. Be nice to garage sale people, they've been through a lot.