Garage sales offer
up quality goods
Knowing where to go
is secret of success
By DANA
DUGAN
Express Staff Writer
My escort
arrived at about 7 a.m. Saturday morning. A cup of hot black tea in hand,
I entered a world I’d never known.
The world
of garage sales.
Express
photos by Dana DuGan
This is no
idle Sunday drive nonsense; no, this is serious stuff, where the best
hunter bags the big score.
"It’s
not about wearing other people’s clothes, you just don’t want to get
up this early," my friend very perceptively announces as we head out
in the early and quiet morning.
Our first
stop is a storage unit in Hailey. My friend greets other regulars by name.
There is an entire set of golf clubs in a bag, a huge bucket of golf
balls, a lawnmower, a computer printer. There were apricot-colored
Fiestaware, lots of good beaded jewelry, dog kennels, towels, newish
pillows and blankets.
Every
single item for sale was spic ’n’ span clean, and all the jewelry or
smaller items were in zip-lock bags and clearly marked.
My big
score of the day occurred here--a Swiss Army watch for $30. It is in
perfect working order, clean as a whistle, and has a new battery.
Garage sale
browsing is an art but one with rules, my friend told me. For instance,
there is early-bird etiquette, which requires one to help move things out
of the "space" while pawing the goods.
If an ad
says no early birds than one must not go early. Simple as that. They
usually begin around 8 a.m. and by 10 a.m. they’re pretty well picked
over, I was told.
Neighborhoods
matter. Ket-chum, Sun Valley, Elkhorn and the big houses and ranches down
Broadford Road are good bets. Though that can be misleading, my friend
says. "It’s like a treasure hunt."
We do
several drive-bys, passing up any place that has clothes lying crumpled on
the front lawn. We end up hitting five out of seven sales in two hours.
By the time
we’re done, the sun is high, we’ve got new Fiestaware, new garbage
bins, a necklace, a couple of brand new books, and most people are not
even out of bed yet.
Once a
person gets hooked on the deal-making aspect, it’s an addiction. And
here in the Wood River Valley that addiction can be supremely quenched
with very high quality scores.
One
memorable sale had an entire three-car garage filled with unused designer
clothes, still price tagged, and hanging neatly on racks. Donna Karan
black pants, brand new, $5; sweater sets for $10 with original price tags
of $300; and dresses for no more than $20.
The king of
all local garage sales is The Community Schools’ fall extravaganza. It’s
not just a necessity for back-to-school items, but a kind of social event.
It takes place inside a huge indoor riding ring in Elkhorn. The arena and
attached stables all house computers, linens, skis, kayaks, sewing
machines, plates, furniture and, of course, a huge amount of clothes.
Outside, there are hottubs, snowmobiles, bikes and heavy equipment of
various kinds.
People are
so eager for the score at this huge sale that they will pick up anything—the
pile you’ve just made of carefully picked out sweaters for your kids,
even someone’s handbag--is fair game. Once a woman opened my purse,
rummaged around, and pulled out my glasses case and checkbook before I
stopped her from actually buying it.
The other
day someone picked up my thermos of tea that I’d set down and shook it,
while she looked for a price tag.
We sift
through the detritus of other people’s lives, half repulsed but also
intrigued. What jobs did they hold that they had so many ties, ugly pumps
or bad jackets?
One man’s
junk and all that. But consider these scores: An entire set of redwood
porch furniture, including a swinging bench, a table with an umbrella,
four chairs, planters and benches--all for $100. Or barely used K2 Merlin
skis with Marker bindings for $30. Or a trampoline for only $100 compared
to the $400 new price tag.
"It’s
a habit with a price," my friend, the addict, said. But such prices
for such goods, and such glee when you bag the big one.