Wednesday evening, someone posted an ad to my local Facebook group that they were having a yard sale the next morning, and that there would be Miche bags and shells. I commented asking how much they wanted for them, and she said the bags were $10 each and the shells were $2. I asked her to hold them for me, and that I would be there at 8:00 on the dot and would probably buy them all. She said she would hold them for me.
Shortly thereafter, someone else who was involved with the yard sale posted a PHOTO of the Miche bags. Several other people asked how much, and the first girl commented that she had someone coming at 8 to look at all of them. I posted that that was me, and that I would like to get there at 7:30 or 7:45, because I would hate to miss them since she had said that she would hold them for me. The person who posted the photo wrote "8:00 sharp - first come, first buy." Ugh. So I messaged that person and said that the first girl said she'd hold them for me. He replied, "I can't control what she says." Ugh again. Other people were commenting that they wanted at least 1, but that it looked like they would all be gone right away and that they [me] should save some for other people. Pshht.
I dreamed about the stupid things that night. I was so annoyed that I was going to miss out on them, even after arranging to buy them all. So I set my alarm for 6:00. Dragged the kids out of bed at 7:00, and we were out the door by 7:30. These people only live about 8 minutes from me, so we got there early and just sat and waited at the stop sign near their house. Someone came up behind me and honked, so I waved her through, and darnit - she went to the yard sale! So I pulled up and parked at their next-door neighbor's house. Fortunately, that woman wasn't anywhere near MY Miche bags and shells, so I continued to wait. Finally at 7:55, they noticed that I was hovering and waved me in with a smile. Yay!
No one else was in sight, so I hopped out of the van and headed over. The man who had posted the picture met me and took me right to them. He explained the pricing on them. There was an organizer full of shells, plus a purse that were all his wife's and they were being sold as a lot. I didn't bother taking the shells out and looking at them. I just said I'd take them. Then there was a big pile of individual shells for $2 each. TWO DOLLARS. Can you believe it?!
So I bought them all (except for 2 of the individual ones that had spots on them) for a grand total of $97. He helped me to my car, I thanked him profusely, and drove off. No one else had shown up yet, but I wanted to be long gone before anyone came and realized I bought them all. lol.
It wasn't until later that day that I finally got a chance to inventory my goodies. I ended up with 4 classic (medium-sized) bags, 1 petite bag, the hanging organizer, and TWENTY-NINE shells!! For $97!!! Two of the shells are still in their original packaging. Y'all ... I am going to do quite well with these!
5 of the ones that were in the organizer are stained. They had apparently been stored right up against other ones, and the dye bled. I went ahead and listed them in one lot and will take offers on it. Someone might know how to clean them, or someone might want to re-cover them. You never know. I didn't want to just throw them away.
I immediately got the others all identified and listed. 3 or 4 of them were duplicates of ones I already have listed or sold, so they were easy to list (relist or update the quantity). I've got watchers on several of them, and am anxiously looking forward to selling them!
Here they are. Aren't they purrrrrdy?
