This weekend marked my MOT club’s semi-annual tag sale, and it was a doozy. The tag sale (consignment sale, yard sale, flea market, whatever your region calls it) is yet another reason to join your local MOT club, if you haven’t already. Most clubs I know of have sales twice a year, and they’re awesome both for selling and for shopping.
It was my second time selling, and for those who have never participated in such an event, I thought I’d tell you all about ours. First of all, you obviously have to plan ahead and get all of your items ready for sale. Sort out the clothes by gender, size, and season. Toss the ones with stains or missing snaps. Purge the toy room, get the high chairs out of the garage. Write out a price tag for each and every piece. My club puts everyone’s items together (i.e. one large area for clothing, one area for toys, etc.), so your tags also need your name written clearly so you can get financial credit for the sale.
The sale takes place on a Saturday morning, so setup begins Friday night at a nearby high school cafeteria. Racks are assembled for hanging items, tables are arranged everywhere, clotheslines are hung. When the space is set up, you can start hauling in your items from your car (the parking lot is a sea of minivans). And at the end of the evening, sellers get a chance to do a little early-bird shopping. People nearly trampled each other getting to the Kettler tricycles. I decided I had to have my friend’s Maclaren stroller. So 15 minutes before seller shopping began, I grabbed my Peg Perego out of the back of my van, cleaned it off, and slapped a price tag on it (the same price for which I was going to buy my friend’s). It’s easy to get caught up in the madness. And that’s just Friday night. Don’t stay too late, chit-chatting with your friends and perusing the stacks of clothing. The fun starts again at 6AM on Saturday.
Saturday morning arrived. Barely slept at all. Still dark when we arrived at the high school. Sellers who couldn’t come the night before arrived with even more stuff to distribute. The mountain of clothing, especially the 0-12 month stuff, threatened to topple and we grabbed extra tables to further sub-divide the sizes. The bookshelves collapsed overnight, so we had to reassemble and rearrange all of the books and videos. Tables full of toys needed to be better categorized, the piles of board games and puzzles needed major straightening.
Sellers got another shot at early shopping once everything was set up and ready. I was at the front of the line this time, and tried to pretend I had a shred of dignity remaining as I all but ran back to the large equipment area to snag a Radio Flyer double wagon. Haha, victory is mine!
But we had to get our purchases quickly back to our cars. All sellers are also working the sale, and people have been assigned to different areas. Clothing, books, toys, cashier, accounting, large equipment. This was my second time back in large equipment, which is a section with it’s own procedures, rules, and even storage so you can keep shopping without dragging around your new double stroller or swing. Before the doors opened, it was packed to the gills with strollers, carseats, swings, high chairs, outdoor toys, and the like.
Finally, at 9:30, doors open to fellow twin club members, who get a half-hour jump start on the general public. The line at 9:29 was well out the door.
Shopping is barely-controlled chaos. No lie, nearly seven hundred people came. Unreal. The large equipment area was a madhouse. There were four cashiers just in our part of the sale, probably another six or eight at the main exit. The whole thing was mobbed, from toddler clothing all the way back to bouncy seats. It was hot, it was loud, it was crowded. I won’t lie, every time I saw someone buying something of mine, I heard a little “cha-ching!” in my head. But I tried not to do too obvious of a happy dance.
It was a particularly busy and successful sale, maybe because it was a nice day out, maybe because of the crappy economy. But there was still a line to get in at 10:30, and there was still a line to pay at noon. It was non-stop. It’s fun, but completely exhausting, to work the sale. By the time it ends at 1PM, you’ve worked a fairly grueling 7-hour shift. But hey, you get to hang out with your MOT friends, get rid of all of your stuff, and make a little cash in the meantime.
And yes, that last picture is what the large equipment area looks like at 12:15. If you want a stroller or a cozy coupe, you’d better get your ass there bright and early.
As a shopper, there are bargains that can’t be beat. Strollers for less than half their retail price. Nearly-new high chairs for $30. Books for 50 cents, toddler jeans for three bucks. You can probably score a whole season’s worth of clothing for under $40. As a seller, you not only get to unload a truckload of gear and old clothing, but even after the 10% of proceeds that go to the club, you can make a nice bit of money.
When the doors closed at 1PM, I scoured the remnants of the tables for anything of mine that didn’t sell. All I could find was one toy and a couple of assorted items of clothing (maybe 10 shirts out of the huge tub I had brought in). I took one cute outfit of Rebecca’s home, and put the rest in the big bags to be donated. Because I had worked Friday setup, I thankfully didn’t have to stay for the entirety of cleanup. I got home, took some ibuprofen, and all but collapsed into bed.
It was a good day.