Garage Sale Confession

I do feel like I have a confession to make; I am not a lover of garage sales. It's been 18 years since I've had a garage sale, and over 17 years since I've been to one. But when we ran out of room to stack any more Rubbermaid storage bins that hold the things we may use some day, push came to shove. We had a garage sale. I'm not saying that we actually opened any of those storage bins, but we cleaned and sold other items that I normally would have delivered to the Goodwill - someday.  

A sure sign that we had too many pets at one time (dogs, rabbits, chickens). Even the boat was for sale.

When only 1 person in your home rides a bike, and you have 8 of them, you need to downsize.
We kept 3 (just in case...) and sold these.

Delaney was happy to sell her seashells for .10 each.  

I'm convinced that she will never forget this garage sale. She could barely contain herself. She let us know when someone was coming down the driveway before our dog (the driveway alarm) did. She visited with everyone who showed up. I should add here that we live out in the country where everyone has acreage and it's hard to get to know your neighbors. But we met so many of them during this sale. It truly felt like the neighborly thing to do. Afterward, we agreed to go to future neighborhood garage sales, if for no there reason than to meet our neighbors. And maybe the next time we come across stuff like this:

and remember that we no longer have a need for it (we don't have horses), just maybe we will have another garage sale.