When I first decided I would try this selling online thing, it was more a matter of necessity than anything else. As in it was absolutely necessary to unload some of the cr – I mean - stuff we had cleaned out of a 10 x 15 storage unit, because there was no way I could shoehorn all of it into this house.
Yeah, that was a trip not to be remembered. Just picture us driving a borrowed truck from central New Mexico to Tucson, Arizona in September. With no air-conditioning. And that was just the beginning because, even in September, the temperature in Tucson can still be in the lip-cracking, I-can-feel-my-skin-wrinkling-as-we-speak high 90’s. And, you guessed it, that storage unit wasn’t air-conditioned either. I probably drank my weight in water those two days. And still didn’t lose an ounce. Can you believe it?! But that’s another story for a different blog.
Anyway, we donated a ton of stuff from that storage unit and some guys in a big truck showed up to haul it away. We loaded up the U-Haul trailer with what we had deemed to be our undonatable treasures and made the long, hot trek across the surface of the sun home. I spent the next few weeks going through every box and trying to decide what I wasn’t married to anymore that could be sold. Don’t ask what Hubster was doing, because I don’t really know. All I know for sure is there wasn’t a cotton-pickin’ thing in his not-married-to-it anymore pile. I’ll deal with him, or rather his cr – I mean – stuff later.
I sorted, I cleaned, I researched, I photographed, I listed, and I made some sales. Heeeeeeey, this is fun! I looked around at the bare spots where the now-sold stuff had been, clapped my hands, and said, “I need more stuff!”
Much to my surprise, even out here in the sticks, I have found some really great things at community flea markets and rummage sales. Too great. As in “Wow! I like THAT!” Naturally, we’re all drawn to things we like, which is what we will usually buy, right? I mean, unless I happen to know someone who is in the market for velvet paintings or a box of old Tupperware lids, I’m probably never going to buy those, no matter what kind of deal I’m offered.
So, almost from the beginning, I’ve been having a problem parting with what I consider to be fabulous finds. I quickly learned not to ever, ever put something I bought with the intention of selling up on a living room shelf, in the bookcase, or on the kitchen counter. A friend of mine calls it “fostering.” But fostering is a dangerous game, at least for me, because the longer an item sits there, the more it seems to belong. I have several items right now that are practically begging to be adopted. To keep them from talking to me, I finally smothered them in bubble wrap, put them in shipping boxes, and put them neatly away in the storage closet. I can still hear them from time to time, but their voices are muffled and easier to ignore.
And then there’s Hubster, the original pack rat, who will look at me in horror when I’m photographing something and say silly things like, “You’re going to sell that?! I thought you liked it? If you like it keep it!” At which point, I will throw him my best “please stop talking” look. I guess bubble wrap is out of the question for him, but duct tape is always an option.
This is the haul I made a couple of weeks ago at a rummage sale. After much back and forth, I have decided to keep one thing from this pile. That tea pot was especially difficult, and it must really want to stay, because it kept throwing out weird reflections and making faces every time I tried to photograph it.
I thought about gifting a couple of those things, but I ultimately decided against it. I even briefly considered keeping the Christmas recipe/crafts/decorating books, but who am I kidding? I’m never gonna make that stuff. If I could make stuff, I’d be doing it already and selling that.
Pleeeeaaaase tell me I’m not the only one with this problem . . .