Yes, I know it's a holiday weekend, full of remembering (at least for
some) and the welcoming of summer (for many more). For me, however, it's
Tag Sale Season again, that glorious time of the year when other
people's castoffs become my treasures. On any given weekend, while the
city is bursting with street fairs in many different neighborhoods, the
country (well, at least the country where we have relatives) is bursting
with tag, barn, and garage sales in every little town and village. We
could be in the city acquiring spices, manicuring tools, and socks, all
of which will be available on another set of blocks next weekend if you
miss them. Instead, we are in the country, acquiring used books and
jewelry, random kitchen utensils and tools, sheet music and more, all
for less than what it would cost to snack at that street fair.
What's the appeal, you ask? Something for close to nothing, perhaps
(and, believe me, my kids speak right up when they feel things are
"overpriced"). The thrill of the chase, certainly, because you really
can't tell, from an ad or even sometimes from the curb when you drive
up, whether a sale will be a good one for you. And an odd feeling of
recycling, when you see things have a second life instead of just ending
up in the trash heap because they no longer fit their owners (or fit in
their owners' homes).
So, rather than a beach (way too cold where we are) or a cookout, this
has been our kickoff to summer. And when we go back to the city, it will
be with some new reading, a bit of new music, and a whole lot more fun in the
kitchen.
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