Although there is that one print in my formal dining room that this girl and this girl bought for me on one of their garage sale mornings. It was a steal, I tell you. A steal! But other than that, I hate them. I hate them because I’ve had them. Many times. Back in my home state of Texas, I had a relatively good amount of success with them. But since leaving the Promised Land of barbeque, great football, amazing Tex-Mex and the best grocery store known to man, I have been disappointed. Even a little perturbed. I mean, don’t people know that when I price the nice, Gap belt for 75¢ that it’s a steal. That they are basically getting away with robbery? If they do, why do they offer me a quarter. ONE MEASLY QUARTER! A little bitter. And don’t they know that I’m practically handing them a stereo when I have a $15 price tag on it? Or that when I put $2 on very nice POLO button-downs that my husband can no longer wear that they are getting the deal of the century? Or that when I put 10¢ on a book that to offer me a nickel, A BLESSED NICKEL, that it’s an insult? For the love. There was a time when I needed to do garage sales so that we could make some extra money. Now, we are on our way to financial freedom and actually prefer to give most things away. Why? Because…“it is more blessed to give than to receive.” Does that mean no one should sell anything? Certainly not. There are times to sell and times to give. My husband and I just happen to be in the giving mode in our life now. But, we weren’t always there. You’ll know when you are financially able to handle that season of giving. But, then again, it may be a leap of faith to give something away when you really need to sell it. Something to think about.