1. I was not overwhelmed by customers. There was a nice, well-behaved group when I opened at 8 - maybe 10 people? - and they bought a lot. It helps (or hurts, depending on your perspective) that I live so far out of the way that somebody's got to make an effort to get here. After the opening, there was a steady stream, and one lull where I actually went inside and got coffee.
2. My customers were unfailingly pleasant. Some people I met recently stopped by, and it was great to visit with them. Another woman stopped and we hit it off so well that I've been thinking all week I should give her a call. Not a single person asked if I could do better on a price. People brought small bills and generally had the correct change. It was uncanny.
3. I sold a ton of linens - kitchen towels, doilies, tablecloths, aprons. Most of my Christmas ornaments sold. I did well with sewing notions. salt and pepper shakers and canning jars. I did not sell a single pattern or paint-by-number painting.
4. There were a few things I was just so happy to see go. My collection of blue Mason jars, for example. I kept acquiring them but I could never get around to listing them for sale. They haunted me. Every time I went down to the basement to do the laundry I'd walk by them and think "I really should sell those Mason jars." Now I walk down to the basement to do the laundry and think, "Boy, I really need to clean this basement."
5. Even though I sold lots of stuff, I had lots of stuff left over. I felt my resolve weakening. I wondered about extending the sale a day. I wondered about storing it and getting it out next year for another sale. Then I boxed it all up, crammed it into the car and drove it to the Rescue Mission. Gone. I have a receipt for a nice tax deduction, the feeling that a worthy organization will make some money on my junk, and the relief that comes with a house that's undergone a major decluttering.
And I even have a little bit of cash left. Even though both of my children started back to college this week. Remind me in my next life to be a college textbook publisher, because there's some real money in that racket.