One week Before
I’m beating myself up. I know I not only don't have room for this stuff, I don't even need it. What’s my problem? “Well,” I think “you bought it, It must have been important at one time or another.”
I wrack my brain, willing myself to part with old unneeded possessions. I don't need that trophy for doing something special (what escapes me) in third grade. The bean-bag chair got a month's use before I realized I'm getting too old to try to climb out of that thing no matter how comfortable. The old drill is never used any more. It has been sitting around gathering dust for the past six months since I bought the new drill. Then there are those end tables that no longer match the rest of the furniture and likewise are gathering dust in the garage.
Ah, the garage. So full of junk that I can't get the car into it anymore. There's an area ripe for the picking. I wonder if I can get rid of that twenty year old string trimmer? Maybe someone will want the old folding lawn chair with one nylon strap missing; in the seat of course.
I'll work this out. Cry over a few things that I keep because of the memories, not because they are useful. Scratch my head over purchases that simply didn't make sense when I made them and make even less sense now.
One day before
The garage is still not empty enough, but I can get one car in now — it's a two car garage. Clean everything (somewhat) and determine a price. Haggle with myself about this price or that price. Ask a neighbor what they'd pay for something and get a laugh and nothing more for an answer.
The whole process should take six to eight hours depending on how attached to these things I really am. Good thing I'm doing this the day before. The stress of trying to do this "the right way" means an unpleasant evening. Eventually, some things will go out because they need to, but they'll go out without a price. What else can I do? One item is a set of curling weights. Five pounds to twenty pounds in five pound increments. I have no idea what price to put on them. I'll figure it out later. Other things are so pitiful I'm almost ashamed to put a price on them. Almost.
I also decide to set up a laundry basket of "stuff" and put a fifty cent each sign on it. I'll figure out what to put in the basket later.
Price Gun Wanted
Next I need to find tags somewhere and put the prices on my <cough> "treasures." I don't want to use those self adhesive dots. After all, you want your "customers" to have to deal with adhesive that won't come off because the price tag has been sitting in the sun all day.
A good pricing strategy is to ask for more than you expect and less than actual worth. While you don't expect to sell anything for the price you put on there, over pricing something means it goes back in the garage. Not an attractive prospect.
I try to be reasonable and expect to part with my "stuff" for less than I think fair, but more than just giving it away, although at some point even giving stuff away becomes attractive later in the day.
At least I've been smart enough to get ten one dollar bills and about five dollars in change.
Ha, did I say smart enough?