Charlie is a hardcore garage saler. His family knows when the big sales are, what to look for, how to haggle, and when to get there. They are PRO. I am not, at all. I am picky, easily grossed out, only like a very specific look, and don’t like to haggle. But, in the 9 years we have been together we have both tempered each other and have become an unstopable garage saleing duo.
We go with a budget, cash amount, and a fairly specific list. And a lot of hand sanitizer.
My favorite thing to hunt for, other than furniture (I have a furniture buying problem, and a small budget. Match made in granny-garagesale-heaven), are homemade blankets. I don’t know how to knit or crochet and so I am totally awed by sweet hand made granny blankets. Give me a clean line, modern grey couch covered in cozy chevron striped old lady blankets any day. Swoon.
So yesterday we went to a huge sale. And I may have bought… six….
But, at $2 a piece! How could I not?! All that time, hands working hard, sweet concentrated work. I once knit half a scarf with my grandma and it was a huge labor of love. And it doesn’t even look that great. But I still sport it all winter because I feel so connected to her in it and proud of it. So these blankets? They must have love in each stitch. It breaks my heart to see them stacked on a table at a garage sale, after all that work and time. I want to fill them up with fort ceilings, nursing sessions, blanket cuddled reading marathons, and cozy middle of the night snuggles. They deserve it. And yes, I am anthropomorphizing knit goods. But I have two ladies who are just as blanket obsessed as I am, fall is right on the cusp, and we are all ready for some snuggling up.
We’re in love. So, knitters of the PNW, don’t fret if your blankets get tossed and relegated to the ‘giveaway’ pile. I’ll find them. And love them.