Here on P.E.I. we have a yearly yard sale tradition. It is called the 70 mile yard sale and involves the Charlottetown East area of the Island. The locals put out their wares and a sign stating they are participants in the event. There is everything from used tires, baby clothes, fresh local vegetables, antiques, puzzles…anything you might have in your garage or basement. It is an event we look forward to.
Our day starts at 4 am, coffee and packing a cooler lunch of snacks you can eat on the go and frozen water bottles. We are out the door by 5:30 to reach the starting point by 7 am just as the sun has decided to breach the horizon enough to allow us to see what is set out.
If you are not “Yard Sailing” I am certain the traffic must be an impressive aggravation of slow moving vehicles and road side parking obstacle courses…but if you are in the hoards it is just good fun. The goal is to stay ahead of the serious shop owners with deep pockets trying to score all the great deals.
In years past we have come away with our old crank phone that is wired with a rotary phone and actually works. There are “new” table cloths and Christmas ornaments, knitting needles, kitchen gadgets, cold room storage items, antique beds, picture frames. The love of the hunt is all encompassing.
This year my favorite finds are an old safety deposit box. I was told it is from Georgetown here on P.E.I. and I instantly fell in love with it. I will have to take it to a locksmith and get a key made for it, then find it a home in a cupboard where it can continue to hide precious things.
Next was a little grate to hang on the wall, very sweet.
A couple of horse tackle items to use as sign hangers.
A couple of ceiling lights to match the living room table lamps from an auction. The kitchen will finally have light accents that better blend with the decor (brass and glass basics are going, going, gone!). Some serious cleaning and they will be gloriously us.
The prerequisite basket. I can never leave without adding to the basket collection. They are all used often or given as gift baskets of goodies, necessitating regular restocking.
This one happens to have been taken over by Nemesis, so much for a new laundry basket. She will grow tired of it momentarily and it will be mine, I’m sure of it.
There were blankets and Echinacea plants, organic green mountain potatoes, glass jars, propane lanterns, cookie sheets (for greenhouse drip trays)…and so much more. A successful and fun family day that included a brief stop at Point Prim Lighthouse for a tail gate lunch and dipping my feet in the Northumberland Straight.
Twelve hours of jack rabbit driving and endless walking and haggling and we are done for another year. A new sheet of paper will live on the fridge with the ever growing list of items of interest to keep our eyes open for next year.
Until then, may your hunting be prosperous and joyful. Another’s junk may be your treasure.