Saturday we did well. I can’t say we had a “rush” of any kind. It was more of a steady trickle, then a lull, then another steady trickle.
My oldest daughter loved being “in charge” of the sales and money, proudly wearing the fanny pack that before was looked upon as a hideous fashion faux pas.
Our neighbor did such a good job with planning the yard sale that two days later, she was contacted about “big ticket items” she photographed and posted along with the yard sale ad.
Huh, just might sell those items yet.