As many of you know my youngest daughter, Kylee and her hubby have been living with us for a month. They have been tying up all loose ends and taking care of business before leaving for Spain Oct. 2nd.
She suggested that we have a yard sale. I was not too excited about this. I’ll tell you why. It use to be that you could do very well with a yard sale in our area. The last few years most of the people that hold one say it was not worth it. That hardly anyone comes and they just want everything for nothing.
Ky and Dustin had sold all of their furniture on KSL, but had a lot of small items that they didn’t want to store. Like a lot of young’uns today, they are very much minimalists.
I knew that it would be a lot of work going through everything and deciding what to sale. I actually like that part of it. The organizing and dejunking is something I enjoy. I just hated to waste a Saturday sitting outside waiting for “no one” to come.
Well friends, I’ve had a change of attitude. People did come (If you sale it, they will come) and we did very well.
So there you have it, the change of attitude. Now for the change of heart.
In ‘1988’ when we moved into our previous home Victorian style was very popular. I decorated my living room in Dusty Mauve and Stoneware Blue. Are you old enough to remember those colors?
My MIL still had the high chair that she had used for all of her children. She gave it to me to paint.
I painted it white and then gave it a light blue glaze. I stippled a bit of greenery in the background and then painted, daises, roses, and ribbons. A porcelain baby doll sat in it.
My style and taste has changed, so It has been stored in the basement for years. I decided to put it out for the sale.
As hubby and I were pulling things out of the garage early Saturday morning he said, “Are you going to sale my old high chair?”
Couldn’t believe that he even cared. After all, he loves it when I get rid of a few of my ‘treasures’. I replied, “Not sure, still trying to decide”
No sooner had the words came out of my mouth that I found myself pulling it back in. After all, I probably would have put $25 on it. Decided it was too sentimental to part with right now for a measly $25. I’ll let my kids do that after I’m gone. lol!
Kylee also had a change of heart about this jewelry armoire. When my mom was leaving her home and moving in with one of my older sisters she gave a lot of her things to family.
This armoire was the only thing Kylee wanted. She was just a young girl at the time. A couple of the legs were off. Her hubby fixed it thinking it would sale better. At the last minute she decided she wanted to keep it.
Things really have changed. Remember all of the collector dolls that people use to order out of magazines? My mom had lots of those. She dearly loved dolls and had them displayed throughout her living room.
The kids now days really don’t care about them. Even my grandies don’t want them. It saddens my heart a little.
I too was (am) a collector. It’s in my blood. hee, hee. My collections have just changed from new to old. I gave Kylee a large collection of Precious Moments as she was growing up. She wanted to save a couple, but again the minimalist thing. I also bought a lot of Jan Hagara items years ago. Curious, do any of you know who Jan Hagara is or was?
I didn’t think that any of the collectables would sale. Happy to say that a few people knew and loved Jan Hagara. I sold my dolls, two framed pictures, and a set of Victorian doll plates. I also sold my entire Ark collection and Kylee sold a few Precious Moments. Yes, I collected Noahs arks. That collection started after visiting San Francisco and seeing a shop with Noahs Arks displayed along a shelf that ran along the ceiling of the shop. It was instant love. I Loved and enjoyed them for years, but again why store them any longer? Let someone else enjoy them.
I’m thinking that I should open an ebay account and sale the rest of the dolls and Precious Moments.
Isn’t it funny how our taste change?
Would love to know, is there something that you use to love to collect?
Hugs,
Jann
