We had a garage sale last weekend. I was selling a bunch of left-over stuff from my store and a lot of old junk I've just been packing around forever (like stuffed animals from when I was a kid). Didn't sell anything big except for an old patio set I got at Big Lots like 3 years ago (bought it for $60, sold it for $45!). All told, however, we pulled in like $200 something dollars. Not bad for nick-nacks home decoration stuff. The big thing I wanted to sell, however, was the dining room table from our old house.
That table is cursed.
We got it for $1oo because it was all scratched up. We bought some cheap bar stools from Target for like $30 each because Luis was way to freaked out by the fact that dining room chairs sell for like $80 a piece. Our plan was to sand and re-stain the top and eventually save up to buy the chairs. Well, the dog started chewing on the leg and the staining idea didn't work and the stools started to fall apart (you get what you pay for, I guess), and before you know it, the whole thing looked really run-down. The table got so wobbly we had to prop it up against the wall to keep it from falling over.
Fast forward a few years and we moved the table to my store to use as a cutting table because of the size and the glass sheet we had cut to go over the top. It is a good height for a cutting table, too. We bought our new set from KSL.com (Utah's version of Craigslist) for like $500- a huge table and eight non-wobbly micro-fiber covered chairs. I thought the table was finally out of my house forever, which made me happy because it was a huge disappointment- just another project that we couldn't agree on and which never got completed.
I was wrong. In December and I had to move the damn thing BACK to my house when we moved out of the store. I would have abandoned it, but it seemed too valuable to just abandon.
Fast forward a few years and we moved the table to my store to use as a cutting table because of the size and the glass sheet we had cut to go over the top. It is a good height for a cutting table, too. We bought our new set from KSL.com (Utah's version of Craigslist) for like $500- a huge table and eight non-wobbly micro-fiber covered chairs. I thought the table was finally out of my house forever, which made me happy because it was a huge disappointment- just another project that we couldn't agree on and which never got completed.
I was wrong. In December and I had to move the damn thing BACK to my house when we moved out of the store. I would have abandoned it, but it seemed too valuable to just abandon.
It never sold when I listed everything I was selling from the store on KSL. Even really random stuff like my curtain rods have sold, but the table appeared to be stuck to us like glue, which is sad because at this point I had really started to hate that thing.
Finally, in desperation I cut the price in half and stuck it out at the garage sale last week. Lots of lookers- still no takers.
So I stuck it up on KSL for like the 10th time this week hoping against hope that some young married couple who don't care about some dumb scratch on the top would take it. At last, last night I got a few phone calls from interested parties. Today I FINALLY unloaded the set on some unlucky couple who wanted it for a small apartment kitchen. Boo-yah!
Good riddance, I say. I don't know. I guess I am making a bigger deal out of it than I should- but to me that table symbolizes everything in my life that's gone wrong over the past 5 years (failed fertility treatments, failed businesses, all the years at Life-Skills, my poor little starter home, etc., my dog that died, all the problems we've had with Andrei). All my failures and all the disappointments in my life since 2004 have happened sitting around that ugly piece of furniture. I'm pretty sure there is some sort of voodoo hex on it. Who knows... But I feel like watching that couple drive away with the table in tow was like a huge weight being lifted from my shoulders. Like an albatross has flown away or something. I guess it sounds kind of stupid, but getting rid of that table is such a tremendous relief to me.
Plus... now I have a bunch of moolah to go out and buy a grow light for my little plants. Money put to good use, I think.
Finally, in desperation I cut the price in half and stuck it out at the garage sale last week. Lots of lookers- still no takers.
So I stuck it up on KSL for like the 10th time this week hoping against hope that some young married couple who don't care about some dumb scratch on the top would take it. At last, last night I got a few phone calls from interested parties. Today I FINALLY unloaded the set on some unlucky couple who wanted it for a small apartment kitchen. Boo-yah!
Good riddance, I say. I don't know. I guess I am making a bigger deal out of it than I should- but to me that table symbolizes everything in my life that's gone wrong over the past 5 years (failed fertility treatments, failed businesses, all the years at Life-Skills, my poor little starter home, etc., my dog that died, all the problems we've had with Andrei). All my failures and all the disappointments in my life since 2004 have happened sitting around that ugly piece of furniture. I'm pretty sure there is some sort of voodoo hex on it. Who knows... But I feel like watching that couple drive away with the table in tow was like a huge weight being lifted from my shoulders. Like an albatross has flown away or something. I guess it sounds kind of stupid, but getting rid of that table is such a tremendous relief to me.
Plus... now I have a bunch of moolah to go out and buy a grow light for my little plants. Money put to good use, I think.
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