Garage Sales weekend of May third and fourth

I couldn’t resist:  the cheery smile, the bird on his shoulder, mouse on his hat, ladybug on his shoe;  the striped pants,  belt buckle, buttons (knitted!), and all those gorgeous  colours.  A Jean Greenhowe doll.  He joins the family that I acquired at a garage sale last autumn – a policebobby and his wife and son and baby.  I feel I am giving these ‘characters’ a temporary home…

The theme (recurring item) of the weekend garage sales was Dan Brown’s  The Da Vinci Code.  I am intrigued by this phenomenon.  One week it was cat scratching posts.  Another it was hammocks. 

The Easter Seals parking lot sale  for children with disabilities summer camp  was  huge and varied and in spite of drizzly weather the sellers were friendly, the prices very good, early birds were welcomed and I hope they did well!  Some outdoor stair treads, a knitted finger puppet,  a roll of clear vinyl came home with me.

Church of St. John the Divine New to You annual sale was "giant" (as advertised) and well attended (the line-up possibly a block long: if I had gone back to check I might have lost my place!). Again the prices and the sellers were  on the same side as the buyers so it was a pleasant experience.  The downstairs  had  the usual abundance of books and I came across a copy of Anne Morrow Lindbergh’s Gift from the Sea for which I had been looking.  More about this in a future post as I want to enlarge on the different ways of ‘getting’ what we are seeking.

At an interesting little sale in Fernwood I came across this critter.  I hadn’t seen one for years.  You put it on your arm and pat it and it curls up under your touch.  I think it is neat.  At the same sale, in a box that said  "$2 for all" I found one of those small balls that, if it were bigger, would be called a disco ball but at the size of a softball is more likely called a little ball with square bits of mirror pasted all over it.  I wanted it for the garden.  I did not want all the other ‘stuff’ in the box.  Most of all I did not want to have to get rid of all the other ‘stuff’ in the box.  A slight interplay – I held up the ball, smiled, said I did not want all the rest of the box contents, frowned, seller sighed and said okay,  "fifty cents".  I hope she could sell three more things in that box at fifty cents apiece and throw the rest in the garbage. 

Now that was early Sunday morning.  The next garage sale I went to had a – disco ball!  One that plugged in and revolved and would reflect light like mad with all its squares of mirrors.  There was one piece of mirror missing but I was assured that it was in the bottom of the box.  It was ten dollars.  Had it been two dollars I might have purchased it and separated the ball from its electrical workings.
At ten dollars I decided that would be a cruel thing to do and it was noble to leave it for someone who would appreciate it for its intended purpose.  My  "little ball with square bits of mirror" seems quite contented hanging in the garden all by itself.