LeeAndra
Sweet Shoppe SugarBabe
So I go to garage sales, Once Upon A Time, etc. for kids' stuff all the time. I heard abt a resale being held at a nearby church from 8 - 12 this morning so I got the kids in the van, picked up my mom on the way, and we were there by 8 am.
I figured there'd be a line but we'd be one of the first, say, 100 people in the door. I was particularly looking for a used plastic picnic table for the kids to use in the backyard this spring & summer.
ZOMG.
We had to park three blocks down and then wait in line for 30 minutes (in the cold & snow -- brr!) before we got in. There were easily 300+ people in line before we got to the end. By the time we got in the door, every single large piece had been sold and was being held in a different section of the church. They had like things together but divided up into different rooms in the church... and even though the Facebook page and all the other marketing materials asked shoppers to not bring their strollers, everyone did so we had to wait in line in between rooms and try to squeeze around strollers in narrow church hallways.
My mom bought a few pieces of clothing for the kids but I was so irritated (& sweaty -- no need for 80 degree heat when there are 500 people in a church!) that I left empty-handed.
NEVER AGAIN. I'd rather stab myself in the eye with a fork.
I recuperated at my parents' house with a chocolate-iced cake donut.
I figured there'd be a line but we'd be one of the first, say, 100 people in the door. I was particularly looking for a used plastic picnic table for the kids to use in the backyard this spring & summer.
ZOMG.
We had to park three blocks down and then wait in line for 30 minutes (in the cold & snow -- brr!) before we got in. There were easily 300+ people in line before we got to the end. By the time we got in the door, every single large piece had been sold and was being held in a different section of the church. They had like things together but divided up into different rooms in the church... and even though the Facebook page and all the other marketing materials asked shoppers to not bring their strollers, everyone did so we had to wait in line in between rooms and try to squeeze around strollers in narrow church hallways.
My mom bought a few pieces of clothing for the kids but I was so irritated (& sweaty -- no need for 80 degree heat when there are 500 people in a church!) that I left empty-handed.
NEVER AGAIN. I'd rather stab myself in the eye with a fork.
I recuperated at my parents' house with a chocolate-iced cake donut.