Well, today is my first official day of being a blogger. I guess I won't truly be considered a blogger until I complete a few blog entries. My 18 month old son and I walked down the street to a rummage sale at the First Penecostal Church. I knew the rummage sale was a bust right when we walked in because my son was yanking my arm so we could leave! Once I entered the "sale", the disappointed faces of the other sale hunters immediately captured my attention. I was not pleased with the faded butterfly-collar shirts and pleated skirts, so I spent all but two minutes in the rummage sale. The only thing that I thought was worth the 25 cents charged on poorly kept clothing was hearing another lady at the sale asking where the "plublic bafroom" was. I think she was drunk and slurring words because my son looked at her like, "I know that is wrong!"
Lesson for the day:
If you decide to sell clothes at a rummage sale, please sell clothes that you think other people would like (preferably clothes purchased within the past five years).
