Today was our village’s garage sale (vide grenier; translation: empty attic) and brocante (like an antiques market). We decided to pay 10€ and purchase 2m of space at the sale. Our primary purpose was to sell off the nespresso machine we bought when we arrived. But when we started to pack this week we realized we had lots of things we could sell.
Filling out the application form for the vide grenier required almost as much detail as registering our girls for school. A few weeks ago I got an urgent text from Chris asking me for the i.d. number on our car! We had to provide this information to purchase a simple spot. We also had to swear that we would not participate as sellers more than twice a year, we’d only sell things that were used and commit to other vows far more serious in intent than our ‘hey we want to sell our posh coffee machine’ mindset coming into this day.
We were told that set up began at 5h30 and that by 7h things would be nuts. Around 6h15 we were surprised to find out for our 10€ we got 2m of space on the sidewalk and the road – for some reason I thought we also got a table. No bother, down went the picnic blanket. By 6h45 we’d already made our first sale – a rather aggressive negotiator bought 9 pairs of kids shoes from us for less money I think we should had held out for. But saying “yes” got rid of him and put some money in our pockets – well worth the extra 10€ I think we might have haggled for. His purchase quickly made me realize why I’ve probably never done a garage sale before – I hate dealing with people in this kind of business transaction.
A year ago right now we were fervently working to purge our house of things unnecessary and unwanted. We were making many trips a day to the storage locker and Goodwill. And for days on end we put tonnes things to the curb for others to take. We sold a handful of things on kijiji but really, in the end, we were both ok with just getting the stuff out of our house and into the hands of other people.
Flash forward to this weekend – two weeks before the end of school (July 5) and our departure not too long afterward. Packing is top of mind. We’ve tried this year not to buy too many things but we are cursed/blessed with children whose bodies and feet are rapidly growing and our daily desire for espresso exceeded our tiny village’s resto capacities. So in addition to the coffee machine we had a blanket full of goods to sell.
As things got going this morning, I soon realized that our ‘almost new, brand name’ stuff wasn’t going to fetch much, if anything, at all. One man returned 5 times to negotiate with us to buy the nespresso – his opening offer was 20€. No way. We had it listed for 75€ – I set that price to be under the prices that other nespressos were fetching on the le bon coin (like kijiji). By 9:45am I sold it for 60€ to a much nicer woman. Then I began texting village friends to see if we could bundle up the best of the remaining clothes to recirculate to their kids. By 10:45am all that was left was an Ikea reusable bag full of skates, horseback riding boots and a few clothes that I will donate to the local charity which is now sitting downstairs in my sejour.
As I write this post the sale is raging on. There is not a parking spot to found in our village and people are still haggling at 16h like they did at 7am. From travel in East Africa, I learned how to haggle but today confirmed for me this garage sale gig isn’t my thing. I don’t enjoy it as a buyer or a seller. If the price is fair, I’m happy to pay it. And if we don’t need it, check the 14 feet of sidewalk in front of our house in Toronto.