Monday, March 17, 2014

Clearance fried alligator on a stick

I’m not complaining, really I’m not, but once again our house has become a disaster area thanks not only to Peaches to Beaches weekend, but also to three book sales, and a local pastor who decided that he didn’t have room for his professional library.

For those who haven’t read my previous blog post, Peaches to Beaches is a two-day yard sale mega event that stretches along a certain highway basically from middle Georgia all the way to the Atlantic Ocean.  We visited some local sellers late Friday afternoon, seeing lots of cool expensive stuff, but buying little, other than a cowgirl Cabbage Patch Kid, and a clearance piece of fried alligator on a stick. Ella wanted to try it, and since it was the food vendor’s last piece, and he wanted to close up for the night, he sold it to us for $5 instead of the normal price of $8.

We got up bright tailed and bushy eyed … wait a minute, reverse that … on Saturday morning to head to a library book sale about an hour away.  On the way, we stopped at a garage sale that advertised a pastor’s library for sale.  I was thinking it was a few books, but it actually was about nine huge totes full of religious books and bibles.  After scanning a few of the tomes, I made a deal with the pastor for the whole lot for $300, left a $100 deposit, and told him that I would pick the books up late that afternoon or sometime on Sunday.

After making one more stop, and buying a few items, we made our way to the book sale, getting there a planned hour early to get in line.  We were No. 2 in line, and I spent the hour talking with the couple in front of us, who also were dealers.  When the doors opened at 10 a.m., there was a mad rush to the very back of the library where the sale was.  It quickly got crowded and hard to move, but an hour or so later, we emerged with two rolling totes and a cardboard box full of books, with a few CDs and DVDs sprinkled in.

As it turns out, the dealers in front of us were not very effective, grabbing books off the shelf, then looking them up on their laptop.  Ella, Duc, and I were the only ones with scanners, which made for a good sale.

We then made our way to a small town about 30 minutes south to join the Peaches to Beaches trail in reverse.  The town was littered with small sales, but knowing that time was against us, we hit only a few larger sales, buying some stuff, then headed north toward home.  About halfway to the next town, we saw a cluster of sales centered around a church, and decided to stop.   Much to my delight, I saw a “book sale” sign, and walked into the church gym that had rows and rows of books.   Duc and I started scanning, and quickly realized that no dealers had been there before us, and we quickly filled another box. 

We pushed on north, finally coming to Hawkinsville, our last stop on our journey, and another book sale.  It was very small, though, but it was apparent that no dealers had been there either, so another box was quickly filled.

It was late afternoon by that time, and Duc was starving, so we decided to call it quits, and head toward the Golden Corral, a local buffet, to reward Duc for all his hard work.  After eating, we dropped Duc off at home, then went to the Saturday night auction.  We bid on and won several items for our antique booth, and finally staggered home around 10 p.m.

It was raining cats and dogs on Sunday, but I knew I had to go pick up the religious books.  So, Ella and I braved the storm, backed the truck into the pastor’s garage, and loaded up.  It was still raining when we got home, so Duc and I hurriedly unloaded the truck, stacking all the totes in our kitchen.

We then went into book sort mode, separating the wheat from the chaff, so to speak, and came up with three totes full of sellable books; the rest were penny books, pretty, but basically worthless online.  They will fit nicely on our religious bookshelf in the antique booth, though.

After all was said and done on Sunday afternoon, the house was a disaster area, from the kitchen to the great room to my office.  I really need a warehouse.

In between sorting and listing on Sunday, I also had to pack my weekend sales, including this unique Saturday Night Fever DVD.  The DVD is enclosed in a min-disco jacket with a pendant.  I thought it would be a quick sale when I purchased it, but it languished on my shelf for several years before finally finding a home.

This unique DVD finally disco'd out of my inventory
Looking ahead, I need a break.  I’ve told Ella that unless something special pops up, we are abstaining from thrifting next weekend.  Of course, I’ve said that before, but I mean it this time … maybe.
 

9 comments:

  1. So how did Ella like the alligator on a stick? They were selling that here at the arts festival but I wasn't brave enough to try it. Most of the vendor food wasn't that great. We were disappointed.

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    1. She liked it. It had a bite, and, it sounds cliche, but it tasted like chicken, but with a slightly different consistency, if that makes sense.

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  2. Ya know if you don't go yard sale-ing this week end you will miss something worth a million bucks? Right? Or maybe I'll get there first.....

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    1. You know, that's exactly my fear. I have competition in the area, and I hate the idea of them getting all the good stuff.

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  3. Thrifting is your reward for listing.

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  4. Love reading about your weekend! What app do you use to scan your books? ~~Pam

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    1. I have a dedicated PDA with laser barcode scanner with a subscription service.

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  5. Scott, I got tired just reading that post, but it sounds like you guys got lots of great deals $$$$ :)

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