jeans ~ Target
shoes ~ Urban Original
shirt ~ thrifted
earrings ~ Dots
there are two people that nora and i call "garage sale guy". both are men who we see at almost every garage sale we go to. one is a man that i have known for a long time, and one is someone that we don't know at all, but see all the time. the way we differentiate between the two is that we sometimes call the latter, "penis garage sale guy (pgsg)". you see, one day a few years ago, nora and i had our own garage sale, and pgsg showed up, fly down, no underwear. it wasn't great, and he will now forever be known to us a pgsg.
pgsg is a ruthless garage sale shopper. the kids and i went to a few garage sales this weekend, and we happened to see pgsg (luckily that day, we were fortunate enough to just call him garage sale guy). we were shopping around, and i saw a big metal easel that i thought would be cool to display something or other at the wedding. so i picked it up and walked around with it for a while. it got to be quite heavy, so i put it down next to me and was sorting through boy's clothes when i heard pgsg ask, "how much is this?" and before i knew it, he had bought the easel. now i know i put it down, so rules of the garage sale state that it wasn't mine. but i also know that he had seen me walking around with it and rules of life would say that he could have asked if i was still interested in it. but i guess in his commando way of life, he prefers the garage sale rules over common decency.
so next time i am at a garage sale with pgsg, i will make sure not to put anything down (unless it's a pair of men's underwear).
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