Fact*: A long, long time ago Jack Yardigan gathered a bunch of old crap he didn't want and threw it on his front lawn. When the neighbors began offering prices for his garbage, Mr. Yardigan knew he had come across something huge--THE YARD/GARAGE/TAG/MOVING/JUNK SALE!
Recieving my sisters's hand-me-downs trained me for thrift stores and yard sales. To me, nothing is sweeter than purchasing worn down items for a cheaper price. So on saturday I went lawn hunting to see what I could find.
Even the shortest glance can reveal alot about you, my dear yard seller.
Such as, you like drinking in style:
Or you're into fine literature:
or maybe you're just trying to get rid of some furniture because you can't take it with you when you move to the city...
either way, It's good to know you're offering it up to me. Maybe you've grown past these objects-- but I'm just warming up to them.
*and by fact I mean I totally made it up.