{ for sale }

it's always a peculiar feeling watching total strangers rummage through your belongings, isn't it?  instantly placing value or discarding what once held meaning to you.

usually by the time it's made it's way to the garage sale piles it's lovingly deemed "crap."  one step shy of spending it's next life on the thrift store shelf.

it was a chilly day in long beach as krista and i sorted and dragged our belongings to the curb.  we tried earnestly to keep the young ones from seeing their precious treasures strewn across the lawn.

this picture shows a post-grief stricken ally.  pj, too old to care and liv, too young to really understand were immune to the situation. but poor, sentimental ally was horrified as she bounded out to survey the commotion.

consoling her was a group effort, but eventually she did come around and even joined in the fun when she realized she could earn money from selling her old toys to buy new toys.  brilliant move, sister.

overall it was a successful venture.  we were finished and cleaned up by noon, rewarding ourselves with burgers and fries by 12:15.  we donated the remaining bits and pieces on the way home; our homes a little less cluttered, our silver pigs a tad heavier.