At about 11, I'd had enough. (I think Tod had enough a while before that, but he was an excellent sport.) We gathered up the remaining goods and decided what to keep and what to donate to charity, and we counted our gold (crumply dollar bills). And you know what? We did pretty well for ourselves. It was a worthwhile venture after all. And that's fun.
|Obviously, this was taken after our moonlight shoppers had come and gone.|
First, we treated ourselves to lunch. (We split a huge turkey sub at Firehouse Subs for those of you who enjoy having too much information.) And yes, when Tod unfurled his wad of cash to pay for lunch, the cashier, who was a young guy, asked Tod if he was a stripper. No joke. (My feelings were only a little bit hurt.)
Second--and this is the fun part--Tod and I headed straight to the jewelry store to check out our wedding bands, which a very talented jeweler at Galloway & Moseley expertly crafted for us. Literally, he made them, although I think the correct term is "forged." (He forged them from the same stock of rose gold that he used to make my engagement ring, which I think is pretty neat.) We are absolutely delighted with them, and what's more, it was such a treat to plunk down our wad of crumply dollar bills and put them towards something so special; our yard sale efforts were in no way for naught. Everything really does come full circle, doesn't it?