Garage sale

One of my family’s favorite shows is the Style Network’s Clean House. Hosted by comedic actress Niecy Nash, the show featuress a hapless couple or family whose house has been overrun with mountains of clutter, often to the point of unlivablitly. With the goal of remodeling their subjects’ home and reorganizing their lives, Nash and her team of home experts descend upon their domicile and, as the show title says, clean house. A garage sale of the subjects’ excess stuff is held to help fund the renovations. Almost invariably the homeowners have some regrets on putting up an item with some sentimental value and they try to sneak it out of the garage sale and back into the house. Nash’s sassy cajoling usually gets them to relent and return the the item to be sold.

My family and I held our annual garage sale with our across-the-street neighbors on a recent Saturday. We had some books, old toys and quite a few housewares we wanted to get rid of. As I was putting out some of the items I came across a set of eight glass cups. We don’t remember ever purchasing them, and they might  have even been a wedding present. They were tucked away in a box for who knows how long, out of sight, out of mind. So we decided to sell them (50 cents a glass — what a deal). As I set them on a vinyl card table one by one, the low angle of the morning sun that passed through them cast some interesting translucent shadows. After the whole set was placed I ran back to the house to get my camera to get a shot of the table, hoping that no one would buy them in the interim.

I liked how the sun created the ghostly play of shadows and light. Though I had never given the cups any thought before, I now believed that they were pretty cool. I convinced my wife that we needed to keep the glasses, for photographic reasons if nothing else. She agreed, and I walked them back to the house. I felt a little guilty, like I was trying to sneak them out of the garage sale, but I also felt like I had just found a prized jewel that I had all along. Just don’t tell Niecy Nash.

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