Some costume jewelry from our mother's collection, that was a big hit at our garage sale in June of 2010. It had a treasure mixed in with it.
Last June, I had just about reached the limit of my ability to sort through my parents' possessions. They had died within months of each other just half a year before, and I was a bit wrung out. I asked my sister--told her, actually--that if we were going to get rid of all the stuff left over from their lives--stuff I had rather ruthlessly piled in the garage--I wasn't going to be able to manage a garage sale on my own.
My sister rose to the challenge and with the help of her loyal spouse, the three of us mustered a weekend of garage sale recycling: you take our junque, and we charge you almost nothing if you just get it the heck out of our driveway.
In the course of this exhausting event, we almost sold a precious item we shouldn't have--but something caused my sister to hold it back. We had no idea what she had saved until this week.
