My husband's church has a yard sale twice a year, the proceeds going to community outreach. It takes the better part of a week to set up this indoor sale, and I usually help most of the week. I really love doing this, and not for noble reasons.... if you work at the sale, you get first chance to buy. Because of scheduling conflicts, the spring sale was yesterday.
I helped set up the linens area. We had all manner of sheets, comforters, towels, etc. But what caught my eye, and always does, were the old hand-made pieces, utilitarian items embellished with handwork. I see treasure where many see old junk. Who could part with a hand embroidered dish towel or apron? A handkerchief with crocheted lace? A grandmother"s handiwork? I feel a kinship with the women who made these items and sorrow that no family member wanted them. So I bring them home: to treasure , to marvel at, to inspire. One woman's work, one woman's trash, another woman's treasure.
My husband's church has a yard sale twice a year, the proceeds going to community outreach. It takes the better part of a week to set up this indoor sale, and I usually help most of the week. I really love doing this, and not for noble reasons.... if you work at the sale, you get first chance to buy. Because of scheduling conflicts, the spring sale was yesterday.
I helped set up the linens area. We had all manner of sheets, comforters, towels, etc. But what caught my eye, and always does, were the old hand-made pieces, utilitarian items embellished with handwork. I see treasure where many see old junk. Who could part with a hand embroidered dish towel or apron? A handkerchief with crocheted lace? A grandmother"s handiwork? I feel a kinship with the women who made these items and sorrow that no family member wanted them. So I bring them home: to treasure , to marvel at, to inspire. One woman's work, one woman's trash, another woman's treasure.