Bernal Heights throws a neighborhood-wide garage sale every year to raise money for the senior center. You pay a fee to the organizers to be "official" and they advertise and promote the whole thing. You keep the money from selling your stuff.
We've never participated before. This year, I'm shedding the weight of all my former lives. (And we've got a new kitchen to pay for, you know.)
For years, I collected every random, weird Buffy the Vampire Slayer thing I could find. I'm keeping some choice items, but this can go.
For awhile there I fancied myself a collector of outsider art. I just had to have this portrait of George W. Bush when I found it on eBay several years ago. And little black and white picture next to W is some woman standing next to Andy Warhol's grave.
The friend of a friend made a series of Wonder Woman lithos in art school.
I bought this at Loretta Lynn's Country Kitchen in Tennessee while roadtripping through the American south several years ago. I have her cookbook for sale too.
I think I've blogged this blue glass bass from my grandmother's house before.
OMG, they gave these out for free at the Sigfried and Roy 3-D IMAX.
Did I just say Sigfried and Roy 3-D IMAX? Yes, I did!
It was amazing.
I'm pretty gay, but just watching that movie made me so. much. gayer.
These are, like, candle holders? They don't "hold" the candle, but you put them around the bottom of big candles; my grandmother put these out on the Thanksgiving dinner table for...35 years of my life. Do you remember Enid's garage sale in the movie Ghost World where she prices everything according to its sentimental value to her? We should sell these for $500.
Someone in my family collected liqueur bottles. I don't know how Flower Child came to me. This will sell immediately.
I bought these leopard print pillows for my first apartment in 1988.
Lots of CDs I just don't need.
I was obsessed with this album in 1987/8.
Morton Subotnick! I hope someone cool buys this record.
This is one of my favorite albums of all time. Sylvia Juncosa's an L.A. girl who played fierce electric guitar in second-rate punk bands for several years in the 1980s before making three amazing solo albums, and then as far as I know, retiring from music. This album shreds. Kind of an acquired taste, even for people who listen to punk. I have all her CDs.
These scary dolls were my grandmothers. I love/hate them.
This is a heavy blue plastic apple with a suede leaf and petiole. WTF?
This pole lamp was my aunt's when she was a groovy 60s chick. Then I had it for several years. They just don't make beautiful things like this anymore.
I had an Archie McPhee phase. This is a glow in the dark, water-squirting plastic devil head. I have a whole set. I hope someone cool buys these too.
This copper pipe is probably worth a lot of money. Come buy it cheap at my garage sale!
These are some of my favorite movies.
(That Oliver North tape came from my grandparent's house. They were devoted Repubs.)
Books I don't want to keep...
The Crimson Petal and the White was excellent tho'. I used to really enjoy long novels. The longer the better.
Emergency Sex was very good.
Clip-on earrings and a pin.
We don't need these anymore!
And I certainly will never need this again.
ADDED: Except for some art and some books, we sold everything in these pictures. The scary dolls were the first to go--just minutes after we opened the garage door. One guy bought all my old records and CDs. Someone even paid us for those cardboard boxes in the last picture. No one bought George Bush. Total take: $400.