When my brother Les told me about his pending garage sale, I kinda figured he’d get rid of some cool stuff. He’s been a collector for MANY years. But know what his answer was?
“I don’t think there’ll really be anything valuable to you. It’s all kinda just junk that you probably wouldn’t want. I wouldn’t worry about coming.”
No worries. I went down there the night before to see if I could be of any help anyway.
And that’s when he opened his garage. KABOOM. Stuffed to the rafters! And then he pointed across the road. DOUBLE KABOOM. He had so much stuff, that another garage was borrowed!
Ohhhh my. There was enough stuff to warrant getting ready for this half a year in advance. But we had an evening. So… I helped out all right.
When a junker’s junker brother has a garage sale, you gotta help out.
So I made a huge pile on the front lawn for myself to help alleviate some of this pain. I mean… there was really too much to sell. That would have been sad…
I REALLY can’t see why anyone would want these fab vintage crates with all the labels still intact. They had to go.
Super rustic hand woven baskets. Tsk tsk… no. You just leave it to me… I’ll fix what’s broke.
Just when I didn’t think my pile of junk could grow any larger, Les mentioned the ‘crawl space’. Crawl space? OHHHHHH, THAT crawl space!
‘The crawl space’ would be similar to landing in front of a garage sale on acerage with big ‘ol barns filled with rust and junk.
The funky little radio and seal press somehow snuck in my pile without me even knowing. I guess they just wanted to stay together. Glad to help!
As we were gutting the crawl space, we didn’t have a flashlight, so Les was knocking around in the dark on his knees hitting my iPhone on switch every so often for enough glow to (pull out that gold!) get ready for the event.
And when this cool blue enamel bowl that I grew up with unearthed, well.. it needed the red stool to keep it company. I’ve been wanting to inject more colour in the house anyway. Reader Ann W has been trying to get me to paint something for YEARS. See Ann? If I wait long enough, I don’t need to!
Now, Les said something about a crate he found that I used for my dolls. I couldn’t remember what I did way back then but we couldn’t find the crate. But no worries. I brought home everything in sight that I could. To be helpful…
Imagine my surprise the next day when I found ‘the barbie shower!’ It even said Welcome on the floor. What a thoughtful design! And really, a rather great idea. I’d go for this in real life.
Honestly? The cool junk was icing on the cake. Because hangin’ with my brother was even cooler. We reminisced as we unwrapped stuff, and it was like BAM… we were talking the same language and laughing off our (hoarding) collecting ways.
When a junker’s junker brother has a garage sale,
… there’s junk inside of junk too. In a Huntley and Palmer’s Cornish Wafers tin no less. Best jewelry box (full of chippy paint hinges and gate openers) ever!
So why get rid of all this stuff? Les, Darlene and Shauna have GUTTED their house, removed walls, the works, and are creating a brand new home for themselves! And the old collections just had to go.
They want to start a new collection together. And I couldn’t be happier for them!
Happy for them, happy for me, we’re all happy now!
And finally… when a junker’s junker brother has a garage sale,
… it’s time to plan another garage sale.. in order to get THIS junk in the house!
I give up. Hoarders Unite, the meeting is now in session. Les, how do you take your coffee?
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So, did you hear the one about me shopping from a dumpster next door?
Or the time I landed in a rust graveyard junk dream?
Nevermind. Here’s all my junk shopping. You’re welcome! Coffee’s still hot…