04/22/2026
Garage sale season is officially HERE and I don’t even try to act normal about it 😅
This is my Super Bowl. My Black Friday. My unhinged Olympic sport where I willingly wake up at a time that shouldn’t exist just to dig through someone’s driveway like a raccoon with a resale license.
There is just something about it…
The early morning air, the handwritten cardboard signs, the “everything must go” energy… the possibility that sitting in a random bin is a $40 flip for $1. That’s the rush. That’s the addiction. That’s the magic.
While everyone else is easing into summer, I’m mapping routes, stacking quarters, and mentally preparing to say “would you take a dollar?” at least 97 times before noon.
You know it’s real when:
• You don’t even look at price tags anymore, you just FEEL value
• Your trunk becomes a mobile thrift store by 10am
• You black out and suddenly you’re holding 3 bags, a lamp, and a questionable life choice
And the best part?
Every single piece I find has a second life waiting for it. Every rack I fill, every show I run… it all starts in somebody’s yard on a random Saturday morning.
So yeah… I’m excited. Like unnecessarily excited.
If you see me out there this weekend… just know I’ve got my coffee and I’m in my element ☕️
Garage sale season… let’s go 🛍️✨