A few notes from our first garage sale:
- I forgot to bring my camera. Doh.
- Garage sales seem to be as much a social event as anything.
- I'm not good at garage selling. I accept any and all offers. I'm just amazed that someone wants my crap.
- Given the above, many people missed out on deals. I told a little boy that a toy gun was $1.00. His mom said "we're not paying $1.00 for a toy gun" and they walked away. I told another boy that the same toy gun was a $1.00 and he said, "I'll give you fifty cents." Sold.
- There are two types of people in this world: Those who can't say no to little kids selling lemonade. And jerks.
- Each of my kids have their own selling style. Jameson is very straightforward - here are our products, here are our prices, here is the deal. Truman assumes the sale - he brings the lemonade to you, puts it in your hand and then waits for you to pay up. Amelia is all about enthusiasm - announcing to the world how great her product is... with exuberance. Darwin plays the cute card - in a quiet voice he says, "lemonade" and then lays on the puppy dog eyes, big time.
- It's best not to sell previously received gifts at a garage sale where the people that gave you said gifts will be in attendance.
|We squeezed lots and lots and lots of lemons.|
|When you weigh less than fifty pounds, lemon squeezing is no small feat.|
|Lemon juicing. From above.|
|As usual, Eliana was of no help. Though she certainly seemed amused by our efforts.|
|Lemon juice squirting accident waiting to happen.|
|Never trust a toothless lemonade salesman in a worn out old hat.|