Random Thought: Why is there such a stigma surrounding certain used items?

Saturday morning yard sales are HUGE here in the South. I’ve seen people practically make a living off of these sales. And on occasion it can be fun to get up at the butt-crack of dawn and go traipsing around unfamiliar neighborhoods looking at someone else’s junk. For many the high is when they find that one thing they can’t live without and spend the next 15 minutes negotiating the all ready “so low it’s almost free” price down even further.

When I moved off the 36′ sailboat I called home for 8 years, I spent a good bit of time hitting up yard sales, estate sales and consignment shops. I hated (and still do) the thought of buying things new when not necessary. And throughout all my secondhand shopping I found it interesting the list of items which are considered taboo to try to sell.

Those things include:

  • Underwear (both new and used.)*
  • Shoes (unless they are brand new still in the box.)*
  • Food. Don’t know if it is considered taboo or just something people don’t think of. I mean if I bought 4 boxes of the same kind of pasta, ate one and discovered I didn’t like it, I probably wouldn’t think about getting rid of it at a yard sale.
  • Old towels and bed linens.*
  • Used hygiene products, beauty care products, makeup, bath toiletries, etc. etc.* And while I definitely understand the concern surrounding purchasing something that personal, I was in Goodwill the other day and saw a very large plastic tub encased in saran wrap and FULL of used lotions, serums, creams, and the like. And they wanted $25 for it!

* That is unless these items are for sale at an estate sale. There, all rules are out the window and unless the family wants it, everything is usually available for a price.

And while I still talk a good game about checking out yard sales, now that my house is completely furnished I’m just not that motivated. Plus, the last time I did stop I was on the hunt for oversized flower pots which this one house did have, but they weren’t for sale.

What are some of the best deals you’ve gotten while bargain shopping whether at a yard sale or thrift store? I’d love to hear about them!





Still Cracks Me Up

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Ya’ll remember that terribly horrible, how in the fuck did that bitch get published and make all that fucking money, S&M book, Fifty Shades of Gray? It was SO bad people (ie: other writers who actually can write) had to create parody accounts simply to be able to wrap their heads around the fact the book was a success. One of these accounts, 50 Shades of Suck, is the genius behind the following:

“Suddenly, Christian grabs me around my waist and launches me into the air, letting me fall into the water and sink beneath the weaves to the soft sand below. I surface, coughing, spluttering and giggling.” –Fifty Shades Freed, Chapter 1

 bitch, he just tried to kill you 

(via 50shadesofsuck)

Cracks me the fuck up EVERY TIME!


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Feelings versus Actions

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Why is it so very hard for most of us to live life to the fullest? Perhaps it’s human nature. Maybe everyone feels this way but no one wants to talk about it for fear of sounding lazy or weak.

When a loss occurs it’s a reminder that life is both short and precious and not one minute should be wasted. But then reality creeps in and before you know it time has once again been spent on petty things that don’t warrant the time or attention just wasted.

Several years ago a dear friend from our sailing days died suddenly at the age of 37. His widow began posting photos on Facebook of their years together including one of him walking up the dock towards her. She captioned it “…I would give anything…” (This photo is on my blog.)

Earlier that evening I got irritated with Marc over something silly. We didn’t go to bed angry, just not happy. I woke up the next morning, saw my friend’s post and immediately felt ashamed of myself.

Life is so short. It’s hard to fathom how quickly time is passing. And while I vow  everyday not to waste a minute, at the end of each day I still wonder where the hours went.