Why I can't work a garage sale

Sure, when it comes to garage sales,

I can price and organize items for several hours.

Once I get started, that is. ;)

I can endure the dust from bags that have been

sitting in the garage for months 2-3 years.

{Thank God for my neti pot.}

Even have the courage to battle spiders

that took residence in those same bags.

AND face the insanity.

{that comes from dealing with the above, sitting in the same room for countless hours while having two sets of lil' feet under your feet...

and 2 pets in your personal space.}

BUT there's one thing this sentimental girl cannot do.

{Well, besides dealing with the sleep deprivation that seems to come with the territory.}

Watch people walk away with some of our more memory-laced items...

Like...
The denim jacket Gracie wore when she was only 4 and 5 years old.
Worn with a plaid skirt, she let me curl her hair in sponge rollers.
She was the cutest thing you ever laid eyes on! {Spoken like a true mama.}
 Did our girls really go from a size 5 to a size 10?

The books that we spent countless hours reading together learning so many words.
{My lil' book worm takes a moment to look through them one last time.  Although, there were a few that I just couldn't part with.}

The shoes.  The shoes.  The shoes.
The more I pulled out of the bag, the smaller the shoes got.
I had to fight back the tears.
Was it really possible that our girls grew this much within the past 3 years?
We've taken a lot of steps and seen a lot of sights in those shoes, girls!

The easel chalkboard.
How many times did I pass by this to see a new masterpiece... just for Mommy or Daddy?  This picture is the last that Gracie made before we sold it.  The girls wanted to.

Sometimes, they're ready to move to the next phase before my heart is ready.


The ladybug mirror that we decorated A-Nator's first room makeover with.
She picked out the girlie bug bedding and accessory set at Target when she was only a few years old.  Now, her room is purple and fashioned with planets.

The only baby stroller A-Nator played with.
I think to myself... she never really was one to play with baby-dolls anyway.
But somehow, that doesn't seem to help.

So here's how we do it.

I take care of most of the above mentioned chores and hubby works the sales.
This time, I stayed inside... and tried to recover {from sleep deprivation and allergies}on the sofa, not thinking about who might be walking away with Gracie's chalkboard masterpiece.
{This year, DK had 2 lil' 'helpers'.  Every time someone would walk up our driveway, Gracie would announce, "Daddy, we have a new customer!"}

DK kept reminding me, "They are buying the outfit, not the memories."

Memories... You just can't put a price on them.
And the best part is... There's always room for more!