I have managed to live a lot of decades without experiencing a rummage sale. I know that there are amazing bargains to be had—that other people’s discards can become your treasures for pennies. A friend of mine has regaled me with stories of her finds over the years. The other day, she was dressed adorably head-to-toe for around $10.
On Sunday, I joined her and her husband at an annual rummage sale held (amazingly) at the site where Peter and I were married 55 years ago (and I hadn’t been on the premises since).
People were lined up in the rain waiting for the opening. The entry fee was $1. I magnanimously treated my friend. She showed me the lay of the land and left me. It was a zoo. To say I was overwhelmed is an understatement. People grabbing things left and right and throwing them into garbage bags. I saw a small serving dish I liked, but when I went to look more closely, a woman told me that the cardboard carton it was in contained things SHE was purchasing,
My friend insisted I buy a sun hat she found. I didn’t need another sun hat. It cost $2.00. But I bought it. I also purchased a set of colorful bangle bracelets for $1.
It was a once in a lifetime experience.
And once was enough.