I’m so glad I didn’t turn over and go back to sleep on Saturday morning when my alarm went off at 6:30. Even though I had stayed up late the night before, and despite the fact that it looked like rain outside.
If I can just get up and get going, Saturday mornings in the summer, in the car by myself, with my coffee, searching for yard sale signs are some of my favorite times. The thrill of the hunt. The anticipation of a great find. Finding just the right spot for a little treasure once I get home. I just love it.
For the most part, I’m a pretty fast shopper. I scan everything quickly and usually know if it’s worth staying to dig some more. (I run from all baby bouncers, swings and strollers. No more of those here!) And, interestingly, I find that the better the yard sale sign, usually the worse the yard sale and vice versa. . . I don’t pre-plan my route. I just drive and look.
And sometimes, I don’t shop fast at all. Instead, I strike up a conversation with the homeowner—which can be a good thing. That would be how I ended up with this perfectly chippy, perfectly old mantel in my garage. (It wasn’t even part of his yard sale.) Boy, was my husband ever excited to see this in the back of my van when I returned home! ;) He knows by now to just help me unload the loot and not to ask questions. . .
Are you a Saturday morning treasure hunter?