This past week was so busy it seems like it was over in a day! The pace was schizophrenic.
First of all, a woman from Davis, California had flown in for a week to stay in the guest house to see if she wanted to live here full time. For health reasons, it does not seem possible. I did not know until this week that we, at 6400 ft elevation, are 1200 ft above Denver's elevation. People with breathing problems have a really hard time here. Many must leave later on in life when it becomes a major issue.
Then, in the throes of showing the house, with the woman's permission, I also worked
on the epic courtyard sale of the century.........well, maybe the year. Hopefully my last, forever.
It was a sale in centro, near the jardin, with no parking. That added to the intrigue of how to shlep all my stuff down there, first of all. Then setting up, selling and being there for a couple of days. It was an adventure.
Here are some of the things you missed.
But, wait, not EVERYTHING sold, so if you see something that tickles your fancy, just ask, it might still be
A couple of funny things happened during the two days. One woman came up to my table where I had costume jewelry along with a few expensive things. I had a bracelet for 50 pesos, $3.50USD. She wanted to know if the emeralds and diamonds were real! I was speechless and chuckled. It never sold and it was good costume jewelry.
The other funny thing was when a woman came in with her chihuahua and schnauzer. We had a man posted at the door to keep things running smoothly. She handed him her leashes and proceeded to shop. He was
startled a bit.
The sweetest thing that happened was two little girls came up to me where I had the stickers in all colors that we used for pricing items. They wanted a sticker so I put them on the tips of their fingers and they walked around that way behind their parents. They still had their fingers in the air as they left the sale with a smile on their faces. Precious.
For me, I have a new respect for people who handle estate sales. This whole thing took several weeks of planning, gathering items, marketing, pricing, displaying and selling. I think I must be out of practice because I didn't used to think anything of having four or five sales a year. I used to go to auctions in Houston and surrounding areas. Then when I had a garage full of armoires or some such items, voila, a sale would ensue.
What fun, I thought at the time. Not so much any more.
Hopefully when I go to the "great cloud in the sky", my kids will have fun having the last grand sale. I'll chuckle as I dangle my toes over the edge of the cloud knowing I'm not down there shlepping stuff around!