The Greatest Purge I’ve Ever Purged

Sunday night, Scott and I collapsed onto the couch, a little sunburned, totally exhausted, and really, really happy.

Nope, we hadn’t spent the day at the beach.  (Not that you thought we did, since I bombed pretty much every form of social media available with news of my purge) We had an epic, massive, awesome Yard Sale.

Let me remind you again of the proven science behind cutting your crap.

{via unconsumption}

And it is no joke.  We were on such a crap cutting high, that we decided to go balls to the wall and do a SECOND day on Sunday, which enabled us to witness full blown GARAGE SALE WARS in action.  The early birds descended with piles of cash, collectors eyes, and enough factoids to make you want to hang yourself from the Hammock chair you were trying to unload.

{Seriously, one guy spotted our classic cruiser in the carport (about 100 feet from him) and pinned it as a ’64 Mercury Meteor — only two years off from it’s actual production date of 1962.  Another guy made his way into our basement to take a look at an old fridge, and I felt like I was on an episode of American Pickers with him sniffing around the few items we’d decided not to sell.}   Anyway, the whole thing was such a success, and by Sunday afternoon somehow with the intense purging that had continued over the weekend, we had more on the driveway than we’d started with despite having generated well over four figures in sales between the lot of us. (As a rule, I will not yard sale without Jessica and John, so I told them it was their birthday gift to me to spend their weekend shilling their crap over to our house.  Randi and Ange weren’t far behind, and the sale was more like an awesome hang out, complete with Sushi and Champagne by the time Sunday afternoon rolled around.)

I’ve got plenty to say about that come Purgeday Thursday (which returns this week) but until then, I leave you with Dee and my(‘s?) Yard Sale Style — complete with silk Ben Sherman cami I bought from Jess for a dollar and threw on over my American Apparel tank.

Man, I love hanging out with this kid.

Feed Me Seymour

  14 comments for “The Greatest Purge I’ve Ever Purged

  1. Jackie Sheridan
    June 12, 2012 at 3:32 pm

    You look really good! And i love purging/going minimalist.. I did it a year or so ago and it makes a big difference in how i feel.

  2. Stacey Ball
    June 12, 2012 at 3:39 pm

    This is a yard sale I wish I could have been at! Even if just for the champagne and sushi!

  3. Jessica Moss
    June 12, 2012 at 4:08 pm

    Best. Yard Sale. Ever. Dude – i have roped lisa into letting me sell her shit for a commission ;) jessica the hustler

  4. The818.com
    June 12, 2012 at 4:31 pm

    BAHAHAHA! Jessica Moss dude, our encore sale is going to be INSANE.

  5. fakhriealif
    June 13, 2012 at 9:39 am

    @the818 hye:-)

    • the818
      June 13, 2012 at 9:39 am

      @fakhriealif Morning!

      • fakhriealif
        June 13, 2012 at 9:40 am

        @the818 morning :-)

  6. DarthDunebug
    June 13, 2012 at 10:30 am

    @the818 I fucking LOVE your joy/burden chart. I’m a geek who loves charts.

    • the818
      June 13, 2012 at 10:34 am

      @DarthDunebug Dude, I’m like obsessed with it. Scott and I are thinking of finding an artist to make an abstract version for our wall.

      • DarthDunebug
        June 13, 2012 at 10:37 am

        @the818 I had the periodic chart printed on pretty orange paper & framed as art. It works- but I like the meaning of your graph. Very cool.

  7. meghannlchapman
    June 14, 2012 at 2:51 am

    We’ve been talking about doing the same thing.  We live in a not-so-large apartment and it seems to be geting smaller.  We’ve considered cutting the crap to have more space and simply to simplify.
     
    Sounds like your yard sale was a major success.  Happy day!!

  8. June 16, 2012 at 7:39 pm

    (PS: We have the same color hair right now.)

    • June 16, 2012 at 7:39 pm

      OH, and I just started my first ever “yard sale box.” EEP.

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