Sunday I woke up at 5am. I scoffed down breakfast. Didn’t have time for a cup of tea. And I raced out the door, with my houseguest. We picked up a friend. Loaded stuff into my car boot, until I wasn’t sure if it would shut.
We drove over to a local swap meet. We met some other friends there. All 6 of us laid out about 3 boot-loads of old clothes onto a blanket. We had dresses, skirts, pants, jeans, jumpers, jackets, tops, camis, track suits, shorts, shoes, earrings, handbags, even skin care products. There was so much stuff. Some items still had price tags on them! Our mountain made me cringe with shame at the sheer waste of money women spend on crap. *Guilty laugh*
A couple of weeks earlier, the girls had a clothes swap night. The leftovers were brought to the swap meet. And the remainders would be donated to charity. We made something like $100 (I think). It was heaps of fun. At first we were selling stuff for $5 or $3. Then it fell to $1 per item. And by the end of it we were trying to give it away for free.
I walked around looking at all the other stuff for sale. It was all very quaint. I bought a gorgeous looking cactus (which sells for $20 in nurseries). I was actually keeping my eye out for some large retro serving bowls. None. I was tempted to buy some toys for the kids. But we already have 3 sets of lego. I saw some beautifully large conch shells. But do I really need a shell?? All in all, I wasn’t in the mood for buying other people’s crap.